Just One More (open)

[Samantha Shaw]

It was like most night these days. The pub was quiet with the soft murmur of voices of both human and boogie alike. The ones at the tables had their heads bent toward one another to hear their whispered conversations. Waiters and waitresses walked quietly through the tables, delivering drinks and taking orders. The bar was empty except for one being, who was hunched over the counter, sipping their drink.

The being was a woman, a human woman. Blond hair brushed the middle of her back as her blue eyes watched the ripples in her drink when she turned the glass slightly.

Samantha held back a sigh before downing her drink in one gulp. She wrapped her knuckles on the table, calling for another drink. The bar tender took her glass and refilled it. when handing it back to her, his eyes were slightly weary. The woman took the glass and gazed into the honey colored liquid. she focused her eyes so she could see her reflection in the drink before relaxing and sipping it down.

Her reflection had looked dishevealed and unkempt. That was tp be expected though. It had been...what? Several days? Weeks? Months? Years? since her master had died and she had excaped. At this point, she couldn't really remember; she was too drunk.

Of could she was happy he was dead, she had hated him. But he had at least given her shelter and a place to sleep and eat and bathe. Now, she was on her own. and, quite frankly, she was happy. Definitely more happy then she had been when she was the boogie's play thing. Of course, she wanted to get out, to get even too. But for that she needed the rebels and she had yet to find them.

Yep, it had been awhile since she had gotten drunk but she was tired, and depressed. Not because of the alcohol but because of the day. Today was her twentieth birthday, and she had been in this hell fifteen years to the day. Samantha sighed again and ordered another drink. Her birthday wish? To get the hell out, or find the rebels and join them.