09-29-2013, 12:44 PM
Claire tucked her wallet away and slung her purse across her shoulders. It was a large, leathery bag voluminous enough to slide all her belongings, a water bottle, and her jacket in an out with ease.
First on the list today was an out of the way pub only a few blocks from the main metro line. She was making the rounds today to drop off applications and beg for a job.
Outside the establishment, she sighed at the less-than-kept exterior and decided extra cleavage was going to be helpful here. She had a bust wrapping tank-top on beneath a bright blue motorcycle jacket. She didn't ride a bike, but pickers couldn't be choosers when it came to great thrift store finds. This jacket had Sturgis written all over it, at least in appearance. It was edgy and fitted. With black thigh-highs and stilettos, her image was richer than she actually was. Claire was fantastic at those sorts of deceptions. With her hair and earrings, she more than made up for diminutive stature.
The interior of the bar crinkled up her nose at the scent. The very least dive bars could do was buy a fucking mop. And use it.
Two guys were sitting at the bar, but Claire scanned beyond them. She was here to see a manager, not buy a drink.
First on the list today was an out of the way pub only a few blocks from the main metro line. She was making the rounds today to drop off applications and beg for a job.
Outside the establishment, she sighed at the less-than-kept exterior and decided extra cleavage was going to be helpful here. She had a bust wrapping tank-top on beneath a bright blue motorcycle jacket. She didn't ride a bike, but pickers couldn't be choosers when it came to great thrift store finds. This jacket had Sturgis written all over it, at least in appearance. It was edgy and fitted. With black thigh-highs and stilettos, her image was richer than she actually was. Claire was fantastic at those sorts of deceptions. With her hair and earrings, she more than made up for diminutive stature.
The interior of the bar crinkled up her nose at the scent. The very least dive bars could do was buy a fucking mop. And use it.
Two guys were sitting at the bar, but Claire scanned beyond them. She was here to see a manager, not buy a drink.