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Of all the gin joints… – section 2-6
Standing at the bar of the Black Penny, another shot glass hits the bar making a satisfying clunk in her hand. Gail is drunk, or getting there, well into her third shot of Tequila. She is in her very best bitch-goddess, rocker-girl mood tonight, and dressed to kill in skin tight leather pants, and a form fitting silver top. It’s been over a week since she’s last seen Holly. Frankly, she has been avoiding her. With all that has happened, Gail just needs some time, time to slap her walls firmly back into place, time not to feel anything but as immortal as she does right now.
She is still needs to be cleared by the department shrink after the shooting, oh joy. She knows the boys are all watching her, as they always do. Who knows, maybe she will pick one of them up and have herself some hot, random, hate sex with a total stranger just to blow off steam. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realizes that this may be kind of self destructive, but right now she doesn’t care. That should give her something to talk about. She scans the room for a likely target.
Traci and Steve are immersed in each other in a dark corner. Chris, Dov and Andy sit at a table laughing about something as Nick joins them. Traitors. She glares murderously in their direction. She continues to scan the room with hungry eyes. There is a group of hot guys she thinks are from the twenty-seven standing around the dart board. She is just about to go join them when she freezes mid-step. Holly has just entered the bar with a sickeningly attractive woman at her side. Holly looks good too. Very good. Tonight she is wearing a long brown duster over skinny jeans, and a deep burgundy shirt unbuttoned to display a good amount of cleavage. Gail can’t seem to move as their eyes meet across the crowd. A wave of unfettered jealousy courses through her body. At the same time she feels herself flush, her heart beat faster, and her breath catch in her throat. Gail turns quickly back to the bar. Pointing at her empty glass, she motions the bartender for another.
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topcat says
wow that was hot pps.
franphil2020 says
Loving this, Cote !!! You have captured the essence of Gail so well. Thanks for writing. Please post soon.