06-23-2014, 03:01 PM
She blinked at him and shook her head with an incredulous chuckle. It appeared as if the man liked to swear, but she wasn’t about to reprimand him. She had let loose a few expletives of her own, and in any case, it wasn’t as if she actually cared. The women he motioned towards seemed anything but feminine and able to hold their own in a way Zoya hadn’t been able to.
Turning her green eyes away from the women and back to him, toyed with the empty shot glass before answering him. “Heh… I guess you could say today I’ve gone from the frying pan to the fire… but I did it all backwards.”
With a sigh, she leaned back against the booth and shuddered. “It’s been a right shit night.”
“But, no, I’m not a hooker… or an escort,”
she clarified that last a tad bit quickly so as to completely snuff out any doubts, “I’m an Environmentalist. I don't even know how I got here. I just drove. Have you heard of the old soviet factory the city is messing around with now a days?”
The words spilled out of her mouth unbidden. Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea for her to share so much, but the alcohol in her system was working its magic, it had even been a tad bit tricky to say her profession. “There was something there. I… I don’t know what, or how it is that I’m still alive… but fuck… it sure feels good… and now, I owe you a drink!”
Just then, her wallet gave off the familiar vibration signaling a call. She didn’t recognize the number, but she had a feeling it may have been Ivan. Tad bit late there Hero.
To White, she looked up apologetically. “Do you mind if I answer this really fast?”
Turning her green eyes away from the women and back to him, toyed with the empty shot glass before answering him. “Heh… I guess you could say today I’ve gone from the frying pan to the fire… but I did it all backwards.”
With a sigh, she leaned back against the booth and shuddered. “It’s been a right shit night.”
“But, no, I’m not a hooker… or an escort,”
she clarified that last a tad bit quickly so as to completely snuff out any doubts, “I’m an Environmentalist. I don't even know how I got here. I just drove. Have you heard of the old soviet factory the city is messing around with now a days?”
The words spilled out of her mouth unbidden. Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea for her to share so much, but the alcohol in her system was working its magic, it had even been a tad bit tricky to say her profession. “There was something there. I… I don’t know what, or how it is that I’m still alive… but fuck… it sure feels good… and now, I owe you a drink!”
Just then, her wallet gave off the familiar vibration signaling a call. She didn’t recognize the number, but she had a feeling it may have been Ivan. Tad bit late there Hero.
To White, she looked up apologetically. “Do you mind if I answer this really fast?”