Post by scout on Jun 14, 2011 9:50:04 GMT -5
SCOUT
Scout crossed her thin, feline legs and glanced around the small coffee shop, tugging lightly on the hem of her skirt as it rolled up her thigh. Well. it was summer, and that was afterall the time to crack out all your favourite summer clothing - short skirts, dresses.... though far from a girly girl, Scout dressed to impress, and she had the legs to do it. Cradling the iced coffee in her hands, she rose, heading for the door.
ADRIEN
He needed a drink. He'd been up all night, and his senses were becoming sluggish. Every time he sat down, he felt his eyelids begin to close, as if some invisible weight was tied to them. He'd tried smoking, but the nicotine rush wasn't enough, and he'd tried napping, but the short time asleep wasn't enough to recharge his batteries. Therefore, coffee was his last avenue to success. He figured that caffine, combined with the nap and the nicotine, that might just keep him sharp. Adrien pushed through the crowd with little care for those he passed, focused on one thing, the small diner at the end of the street. Despite the summer heat, he was dressed as always, in a scruffy, half open shirt, old suit trousers and a beige overcoat; his 'business' attire. Between his fingers burned a cigarette, almost gone, and it was as he approached the entrance that he flicked it away, watching it for a moment as the breeze caught it and whipped it into the street. Yet in watching it he took his eyes off the street, off the door he was about to go through, foolish when one was moving.
He needed a drink. He'd been up all night, and his senses were becoming sluggish. Every time he sat down, he felt his eyelids begin to close, as if some invisible weight was tied to them. He'd tried smoking, but the nicotine rush wasn't enough, and he'd tried napping, but the short time asleep wasn't enough to recharge his batteries. Therefore, coffee was his last avenue to success. He figured that caffine, combined with the nap and the nicotine, that might just keep him sharp. Adrien pushed through the crowd with little care for those he passed, focused on one thing, the small diner at the end of the street. Despite the summer heat, he was dressed as always, in a scruffy, half open shirt, old suit trousers and a beige overcoat; his 'business' attire. Between his fingers burned a cigarette, almost gone, and it was as he approached the entrance that he flicked it away, watching it for a moment as the breeze caught it and whipped it into the street. Yet in watching it he took his eyes off the street, off the door he was about to go through, foolish when one was moving.
SCOUT
Scouts painted fingers found the door, curling around the handle when she was called by someone behind the bar. Half turning and pulling the door open, one hand tugged on her shirt, pulling it down and winking at the guy who had just complimented her legs. Sure, she liked the attention, but beardy mcbeardson would be lucky to get anywhere near her legs with that mess on his face, let alone the nicely positioned hand as the guy scratched his balls. of all the places to choose to get coffee, she had to pick the local dive. Rolling her eyes as she turned back, it was to be confronted by the rather large vision of a scantily clad chest as it walked straight into her, knocking the girl on her ass - and at her five foot nine frame coupled wth the two inch heels she was wearing, that was quite a way to fall. "Hey! Fucktard! watch where your going!"
