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    Emotional Rollercoaster

     

    “…Hey Lara—it’s Alice. The Planet, ten o’clock.” She hung up the phone and exhaled deeply.

     

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                Shane walked into a bar and took her hood off her head. She tugged on her jacket and took a seat. She whistled at the bartender, and she walked over to her. She smiled and leaned against the counter.

     

    “What can I get’cha?”

     

    “Corona, and a shot of bourbon.” The woman winked at Shane and walked away. Shane shook her head and took a drag of her cigarette. She scratched her head and looked around. The room full of bikers and dirty people. She turned back around and saw her drinks in front of her. The woman was smiling all in Shane’s face.

     

    “If you need anything else, just whistle.” She touched Shane’s hand and walked away. Shane grabbed the shot glass and brought it to her lips. She swallowed the alcohol and slammed the glass on the counter. She took a drink of her corona and licked her lips. She gasped softly and took another drag of her cigarette. She continued to eye the bartender all night, lit up her fourth cigarette, and finished off her third beer. The bartender came back and smiled at Shane.

     

    “Hey, I think somebody has had enough. How about we call it quits?” She pulled the bottle away from Shane. “So where are you from stranger?” She leaned over the counter, letting her cleavage fell out of her top. Shane licked her lips and smiled.

     

    “West Hollywood,” the bartender raised her eyebrow.

     

    “How is it over in WeHo?”

     

    “I couldn’t tell you? It’s been a while since I’ve been home. I’ve been in Oregon City, staying with family.”

     

    “I’m London.”

     

    “Shane,” London shook Shane’s hand. “Nice to meet you London.” The brunette smiled and let go of Shane’s hand. “London, when’s your shift over?”

     

    “In 20 minutes,” Shane smiled softly.

     

    “After your shift, why don’t we go back to your place?”  London smiled and tossed her curls back.

     

    “Ok, I’ll take you home with me.” Shane smiled, and London handed her the bottle back. She chugged it down and wiped off her mouth. She took another drag of her cigarette and exhaled the smoke.

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