the burn of whiskey (karla)

[miranda wood]

Miranda stood at the counter while loud music blared in her ears, lights kept flashing making her feel disoriented and she tried to ignor it, she grabbed a martini and began to sip the fruity beverage, she sat there in a dress she never would have worn on a normal day but now she felt like partying, her dress was a dark purple and rose up her leg clinging to every curve of her body, she wore makeup to brightened her features black mascara and painted red lips made her look more mysterious then she ever had before.

she felt like dancing but didn't see anyone who looked like fun, it wasn't like she needed to act innocent anymore, after all she wasn't. she thought of her mistress and shook her head as she gulped down her drink and ordered another, the room was crowded with sweaty people dancing to close to each other, she turned her head to the side feeling the collar against her neck, she sighed and looked at the door and thought she saw a familiar face enter but she couldn't make the person out so she turned back to the person serving drinks and ordered a cherry martini as she began to drink it she smiled feeling happier then she had in a while.

[shelby isabelle preston]

Shelby hurt all over, she was tired as hell and needed to calm her antzy nerves down. She had currently been with... Patrick. She shivered. He was the last person she wanted on her mind at the moment. She made a stupid mistake, very stupid. Shelby needed to unwind, badly. So badly, she was walking down the street almost rushing.

Shelby stopped at the club, took out her fake id and batted her eyelashes at the bouncer. The bouncer smiled at her, and let her pass. That was easy... Too easy. She danced through the crowd strategically, literally. Shaking her hips, she walked through the crowd, which made it surprisingly easier to get through.

Finally, she reached the bar and sat down next to a random blonde chick. "One whiskey please," She said quickly, eagerly taking the drink from the bartender. She chugged the whiskey down, cringing. She hated the taste, but it gave her the light-headedness she craved. Instead of feeling sad, or upset, she felt numb. Just numb.

She groaned, cringing made her think of Patrick. She glanced at her phone, no texts or calls from him. She sighed in relief. One less thing to worry about. Shelby enjoyed being away, especially if it was with her master.

Shelby hated being a slave, she missed, no craved, her freedom. Freedom like fresh air, but she couldn't have it. She was suffocating under Patrick's will, and she wanted to break free so badly, but she couldn't as hard as she tried.

[miranda wood]

miranda looked at the new chick who had joined her "yeah I'll have some whiskey to" she said and gulpped down the new drink as it burned on the way down she took in a deep breath trying to get rid of the foul taste in her mouth "so, you new?" she asked she had that same look shortly after she came to the town the poor girl was probably a slave as well and Miranda pushed the glass away cutting herself off from the happy drinks, she then ordered a coke, a nice nonalcoholic drink that tasted nice and fizzy.

"your new right?" she asked politly waiting for a response, though maybe the girl wouldnt want to talk but it didnt matter she would either talk or not and if she didnt it would simply be a few minuites and a little breath she'd wasted of the other girl, she just wanted a companion she checkd her phone and smiled, Karla had text-ed her, she simply deleted the message and placed the phone back into her pocket, she enjoyed making her master unhappy, and right now she needed some revenge and this was the best she could get.

she ordered a basket of bread sticks and munched on one offering the basket to the other girl after all bread was supposed to be good for alchemical in the stomach, it was supposed to soak up the liquid, she tasted more of the bread sticks the salty yummy flavor filled her mouth and she swallowed grinning.