Magdalene "Maggie" Garcia (i_shelter) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2013-07-25 12:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | magdalene garcia, pamela ravenscroft, zz:status complete |
girls in scarlet (Pam)
There had been far too many quiet evenings at home alone. Maggie was not, by nature, someone who liked being solitary, which made her weird back home. Her bulldogs were great for noise, and she liked talking to them, but when she waited for an answer she knew that she had been shut in for far too long.
But, to put it pretentiously, the muse had been with her. She'd spent the past week doing almost nothing but drinking tea and writing, and she now had actual content to put up on her blog. And thousands of crisply-edited words later, she was up for a relaxing night out.
Make that a night out where she could blow off some steam. She'd heard about a club. A vampire club, if that could be believed, and considering that this place had no KA and Hannibal Freaking Lecter had written her a scrip for pain meds, she was pretty sure that it was entirely possible. The horror movie junkie in her said that she absolutely had to go, no question about it.
She sorted through her closet, picking out her third-sluttiest outfit--high heels, tight pants, a sheer cropped top, and left her long hair loose. At the last minute, out of concession to the early-21st-century aesthetic of the City, she added a bra for modesty's sake. She frowned at her reflection, trailing her fingers over the scars from her gunshot wound, and decided to leave it uncovered. Screw anyone who couldn't deal.
She grabbed a tiny purse, left the TV on for her dogs, and made her way out to the bar.