shakingcoffeebeans
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- Posted: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 17:20:00 +0000
You're out on the streets looking good,
And baby deep down in your heart I guess you know that it ain't right,
Never, never, never, never, never, never hear me when I cry at night,
Babe, and I cry all the time!
But each time I tell myself that I, well I can't stand the pain,
But when you hold me in your arms, I'll sing it once again.
And baby deep down in your heart I guess you know that it ain't right,
Never, never, never, never, never, never hear me when I cry at night,
Babe, and I cry all the time!
But each time I tell myself that I, well I can't stand the pain,
But when you hold me in your arms, I'll sing it once again.
The brunette tipped the mug up against her lips and allowed the light, amber, nectar to flow down her throat. It was ice cold which was a change from most drinks at Charlie's. The place was kind of run down which unfortunately left their amenities a little worn down. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts and the slight sensation of calm that alcohol usually claimed her attention, that she hadn't noticed someone else walking into the bar. Things often went past her. Whether it be a good, kind-hearted, gesture or something as simple as a breeze grazing the back of her neck. "Can I ask when your mother is going to start beatin' you for walkin' out of the house like that?" Charlie commented on her current outfit. He had seen many men hound after those smooth, pale, thighs or those bright, smirking, red, lips. Not that he minded. Most of the time it caused his business to pick up.
"I suppose when my mother starts noticing what I'm wearing," With that, she down another large gulp of beer before Charlie left to tend to another customer. The war was tearing her apart and she wasn't even a part of it. Some of the girls she spent time with were signing up for various things the women could participate in. Lucy, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with it. She refused to be affiliated with the blood shed. Most of the people detested her for it. They called it being 'unpatriotic'. More than half of it was probably the fact that she knew it had taken her father's life which inadvertantly took not only her mother's life, but her well being away. Her mother started drinking shortly after she gave birth to Lucy. She would stare at the tv screen for days on end. Once in a blue moon though, she would put on this little red dress, head down to Charlie's and stay gone for a couple of days. Lucy never asked questions, surely because she didn't want to answer. Finally, a voice broke into her thoughts and she slowly turned her glance to the man next to her.
"I drink a lot," She reassured him, "I don't know about forward, but daring is probably a better word for it," The alcohol had settled her nerves for the most part. Which almost made her feel bad about the man she had spoken to outside of that office. She eyed his hand carefully before slowly taking it and giving it a light shake. "Lucy, Lucy Smith," She returned the favor of name swapping before she gave her beer the rest of her attention. "What brings you down here? Mr. Pay-For-All-My-Drinks-Callahan?" She asked, giving another smug smirk, as per usual.
|| OOC: Ah it's all good! I was just kind of keeping in character. I want Lucy to be a real b***h. Hahaha.
Oh, a storm is threat'ning. My very life today. If I don't get some shelter. Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away. war, children, it's just a shot away. It's just a shot away.