- Beatrix Malloroyx was at the bar of one of Destiny Cities many downtown venues; she swirled her drink around in the glass, the whisky gliding over ice and making ringing sounds as it hit the sides. Taking a sizeable mouthful she finished it off, before she pushed away from the bar and got up from her stool.
It was about time to go outside for a smoke, he was not turning up and she was not going to sit around like a lemon. Stood up and brushed off her outfit; why did she always seem to attract assholes? Coming girl who used to work behind the scenes of movies; she had soon come to realise her love life was the true horror story.
Still, she was not going to let it ruin her night; the people were good, the music was good and the drinks were good.
Coming out the back a cold wind hit her and she wrapped her arms around her waist and an uncontrollable shiver ran up her spine. She was getting old; as a teenager she was able to walk the streets of Manchester wearing nothing but a short skirt and corset and never feel the chill, she was usually laughing too loud to notice, arm in arm with her cousin - now she was in a warmer climate and she would not leave the house without her denim jacket.
Nobody ever warned you about this second puberty bullshit.
Taking a cigerette from her purse she placed it in her mouth; then brought her lighter infront of her. Flick. Flick. F*****d. She groaned and threw it over the fence, the shattering rung into the darkness. She looked around her fellow smokers, red lipstick staining the end of her cigarette as she took it from her mouth. Then in a thick countryside accent she called out.
"Anybody gotta lite?"
