Post by Jacqueline C. Nathanson on Jun 24, 2012 16:48:28 GMT -5
Dressed for Comfort
Closed for Teggers!
Closed for Teggers!
Jacqueline could not believe that it was the start of her last year at the school. She had grown so fond of it over the past few years, that it was going to be tough to graduate and leave. She had also grown to know the school as a safe-haven, away from her parents, away from the drama, and always full of adventures. But change was inevitable; as much as she wished she could avoid it, it was all ready starting. As soon as she had hit the age of seventeen, her parents had been talking about finding her a husband, “to expand the family's wealth and power”. As if she were their trophy to hand out to whom they saw fitting. And after meeting a couple of the bachelors, she knew she was in trouble.
They had chosen rich, nice too look at, yet snobby men. One of which was rather tall and mean looking. She could just imagine the laugh her dearest nanny would have seeing the tiny gal that Jackie was standing next to the beast. She rolled her eyes and sighed lightly as her well manicured hand hit the familiar handle of the Joker's Bar. She scoffed at the idea of anyone laughing at her, even if it were her favorite nanny, that was kept on as the head maid in their home for many years now. The other men, however, were really pretty to look at, but most of them only cared about money, keeping the blood pure, and having a fan base of fairly attractive girls. That was just fine with her. If one of those poor gals wanted a husband that would run around chasing skirts behind their back, so be it. She was not down for that. In fact, she was sure that any man that cheated on her would get a stiletto to the heart. She grinned manically at that thought and shrugged off the thought of marriage as she settled at the bar, setting her purse on her lap.
She looked over at the assortments of liquors on the wall and knew that she wanted something strong. It was the weekend after all and she could use with a little drink and a little party. She smiled as the bar tender came over to her and asked her what she wanted. She thought for a moment, brushing her hair behind her ear and then asked for a whiskey on the rocks. He smiled and nodded, making her drink and settling it on the bar in front of her. She picked up her glass, paying him for the bottle's price and a tip and turned to look around the bar. Perhaps there was someone she could flirt with or someone to talk with.