Post by Narcisse Jordans on Jul 29, 2009 17:09:16 GMT -6
Narcisse stood on the roof over a club. Her hair was blowing in the wind. She sighed, looking around. She was suppose to meet a guy at the club, but that had apparently fallen through for a reason she couldn't discern. For whatever reason, he hadn't shown up. So she had gone up on the roof. She wanted to see if she could spot him. But alas, she couldn't see anyone who even looked remotely like him.
She ground her teeth. Dropping her hand into a staff, she rode it down and stood up. She decided that, if he wasn't going to show, then she was going to go in and have a good time without him. Unfortunately, she had to wait in line.
She ground her teeth. Dropping her hand into a staff, she rode it down and stood up. She decided that, if he wasn't going to show, then she was going to go in and have a good time without him. Unfortunately, she had to wait in line.
