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tampered2007-02-05 10:07 pm
henkonasuisho.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-02-05 10:07 pm
Log: Ongoing
When; Feb 6, Midnight
Rating; So far PG due to drinking
Characters; Zaheela [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
henkonasuisho], Faye [glock30], Anko [abandoned_pawn] Open to others as well
Summary; It's past midnight and some people need a drink without the noise. So head over the Pandora's
Log;
Zaheela nodded slightly as she walked past the hostess and into the darkened bar area. Taking a seat on one of the high chairs, she flagged down the bartender. She quickly scanned over the menu and ordered a small appetizer plate and a strawberry Martini. The Bartender left with an appreciative look, noting the dark blue, low necked, button down shirt and black slacks she had worn. Opting to keep her hair up in a loose pony tail, she blew one of the shorter strands of her her bangs out of her face in annoyance. Perhaps it would of been better to of have bound her chest once again, but right now, Zaheela didn't care much. Let the men oogle all they liked, she wasn't in the mood for it.
Rating; So far PG due to drinking
Characters; Zaheela [
henkonasuisho], Faye [glock30], Anko [abandoned_pawn] Open to others as wellSummary; It's past midnight and some people need a drink without the noise. So head over the Pandora's
Log;
Zaheela nodded slightly as she walked past the hostess and into the darkened bar area. Taking a seat on one of the high chairs, she flagged down the bartender. She quickly scanned over the menu and ordered a small appetizer plate and a strawberry Martini. The Bartender left with an appreciative look, noting the dark blue, low necked, button down shirt and black slacks she had worn. Opting to keep her hair up in a loose pony tail, she blew one of the shorter strands of her her bangs out of her face in annoyance. Perhaps it would of been better to of have bound her chest once again, but right now, Zaheela didn't care much. Let the men oogle all they liked, she wasn't in the mood for it.