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birthright_rpgOld habits died hard.
As much as Theresa was thinking about giving up the life, backsliding had probably been inevitable. She'd left The Dive the night before, having missed Maddy backstage, and she'd slept most of the day, waking up just before sundown. Having no job meant she had nothing to do but fart around her apartment, and she flipped channels for two hours while it got later, then clicked off the set because she was restless and bored.
It wasn't that she'd intended to go on the stroll, but she found herself having a margarita in a lounge on the Strip, and a man in an Armani suit and too much product in his hair sat down on the stool next to her. The man had an accent, something kinda-sorta European. Theresa, being from California, realized he didn't speak English very well. She did, however, understand it when he offered her five hundred dollars to join him in his suite at the Skylark.
Yeah, old habits died really hard.
Afterwards, he said she could stay in the suite while he went downstairs to meet someone. He'd been on the phone beforehand, talking rapid-fire in his native language, switching to English every now and then. Theresa was too busy envying the fact that the bathroom was nearly the size of her tiny apartment to pay attention. When he left, she called room service and ordered a pitcher of margaritas, then settled into an overstuffed chair to watch cable.
As much as Theresa was thinking about giving up the life, backsliding had probably been inevitable. She'd left The Dive the night before, having missed Maddy backstage, and she'd slept most of the day, waking up just before sundown. Having no job meant she had nothing to do but fart around her apartment, and she flipped channels for two hours while it got later, then clicked off the set because she was restless and bored.
It wasn't that she'd intended to go on the stroll, but she found herself having a margarita in a lounge on the Strip, and a man in an Armani suit and too much product in his hair sat down on the stool next to her. The man had an accent, something kinda-sorta European. Theresa, being from California, realized he didn't speak English very well. She did, however, understand it when he offered her five hundred dollars to join him in his suite at the Skylark.
Yeah, old habits died really hard.
Afterwards, he said she could stay in the suite while he went downstairs to meet someone. He'd been on the phone beforehand, talking rapid-fire in his native language, switching to English every now and then. Theresa was too busy envying the fact that the bathroom was nearly the size of her tiny apartment to pay attention. When he left, she called room service and ordered a pitcher of margaritas, then settled into an overstuffed chair to watch cable.
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on 2013-10-20 10:54 pm (UTC)"I didn't mean to be here tonight."
She wished she could take it back as soon as she said it, because she'd genuinely tried to bond with Holly over their similarities and the human had scalded her over it. You didn't have to hit her in the head with a brick for her to get the picture. If she had few hopes, she had even fewer feelings, but it was possible to hurt the ones she had.
"You get into hooking because it's easy money and you don't have to really do much," the vampire continued. "Eventually it gets to be a habit, one you can't quit.The path of least resistance."
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on 2013-10-21 12:56 am (UTC)He stood, looking down at Theresa. "You can sit here, drinking margaritas and being generally pathetic. Or you could use what you've been given. Either way, I'm done for the night."
Reaching into his pocket, he peeled some bills off of a stack and let them fall on the bed. "I was told to give you this. Have fun."
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on 2013-10-21 01:53 am (UTC)"Try not to set your own ass on fire," Theresa muttered, scooping up the bills and stuffing them into the pocket of her jeans. Then she drained the rest of her glass. She was going to be out of here before this other guy got back.
Her bed, no matter how small, would be more comfortable than this.