Post by Rose Gray on Nov 24, 2006 2:08:16 GMT -5
Rose weaved through the seedy streets. She passed the brothel, ignoring the sneers she recieved from the girls outside. Just because they were all abnormally busty and tall. However, Rose could hold her own against them. She had been tempted to tell a few how obviously pregnent they were. But, she bit her tongue and let it slide.
She slipped down a back alley littered with swanky signs and grimy refuse. It was disgusting, but it was the quickest way to the south casino, where she was supposed to meet her client. Rose could have sworn her chose that location just to torment. She hated going through New Reno.
New Reno became a lot more hated when some greasy thugs stepped out of the trash piles and shadows. The ringleader spoke. "We'll take that bag... and anything else you got." He licked his cracked, bleeding lips, showing up his pistol. The rest of his little posse had a few small blades between them.
Raising her eyebrows, Rose sighed. "Listen babe, I don't have time for this. I'm already late, and what's in this bag isn't mine to let you steal. Can you go rob someone else?" The men started to laugh, though they stopped very quickly. Somehow, in their few seconds of laughing, they had all been disarmed, and the leader had recieved a rather embarassing slash across his nose. He turned, outraged, but the girl in pink and black was already out of reach. Stopping just far enough away, Rose shouted back to them, tipping her black cowboy hat and doing a little curtsey, "What'd ya expect, babe? A damsel in distress?" Chuckling, Rose sauntered off to the casino, her client's bag under her arm.
She slipped down a back alley littered with swanky signs and grimy refuse. It was disgusting, but it was the quickest way to the south casino, where she was supposed to meet her client. Rose could have sworn her chose that location just to torment. She hated going through New Reno.
New Reno became a lot more hated when some greasy thugs stepped out of the trash piles and shadows. The ringleader spoke. "We'll take that bag... and anything else you got." He licked his cracked, bleeding lips, showing up his pistol. The rest of his little posse had a few small blades between them.
Raising her eyebrows, Rose sighed. "Listen babe, I don't have time for this. I'm already late, and what's in this bag isn't mine to let you steal. Can you go rob someone else?" The men started to laugh, though they stopped very quickly. Somehow, in their few seconds of laughing, they had all been disarmed, and the leader had recieved a rather embarassing slash across his nose. He turned, outraged, but the girl in pink and black was already out of reach. Stopping just far enough away, Rose shouted back to them, tipping her black cowboy hat and doing a little curtsey, "What'd ya expect, babe? A damsel in distress?" Chuckling, Rose sauntered off to the casino, her client's bag under her arm.