Post by Victoria Valor on Mar 23, 2008 16:38:56 GMT -5
Victoira walked around it was almost night time. Many people stared at the strange girl. Most stairing at her liquid sliver eyes. She just smiled and kept walkeing. She got to the tavern and entered the doors. She walked around many more staired and pointed. She didn't mind she was use to it. And also she was use to the few guys who came up to her. Today would be just a normal day if a guy that is clearly drunk would try to pick her up. She was in buckled black pants, and a black top. It clung to her every movement. She sat down at the bar and got a drink. Who would she see this fine night.
