Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-05-20 22:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, maryanne walker (oe) |
Who: Maryanne and open
Where: Mitchell's Pub (Which is assumingly lit by candles.)
What: She is taking advantage of the fact that she can get drunk
When: After Tim has been put to bed
Rating: TBD
Open: YES
Status: Ongoing.
Maryanne was already feeling a buzz. Something she hadn't felt in years, especially with only two empties sitting in front of her. It might have made her out to be a wuss that couldn't hold her liquor. But damn it. She didn't care. Her fingers plucked flawlessly at the guitar in her lap. And she was pretty sure that they still would if she was more than three sheets to the wind. It was good to know somethings didn't come with being a mutant. This was all her. She strummed the chords of Miranda Lambert's Fastest girl in town. Though she didn't sing the whole thing, mostly hummed along where the words would be, until she reached a part that was particilary inviting to whoever was listening. "My reputation follows me around Just makes me want to give them more to talk about Let’s go to town for a little while I'll be wearing nothing but a tattoo and a smile Ain't no use in trying to slow me down ‘Cause you're running with the fastest girl in town Ain't you baby?" The last line a husky whisper rather than the belted out notes that could be found in the actual song. Catching eyes she quirked her eyebrows upward, a very small movement, something that could be missed if a certain amount of attention wasn't being paid. Abandoning the song she leaned forward and snagged one of the opened bottles, sloshed it around to be sure there was something still inside, and took a swig. Drawing the cut-off denim shorts tight across her backside, and drooping the scooped neck of her white tank top just low enough to show a little black lace. Maryanne wasn't exactly looking to hook up. She was just pulling out the charm, flirting shamelessly was fun. |