Post by Charlee Blaise Litwin on Mar 3, 2018 8:52:46 GMT
"Fuck." The word spilled from her bright red lips. She looked down at her shoes, which were now covered in mud. Charlee looked up at the bar in front of her and sighed. She shook her feet off as best as she could, and walked in. She couldn't believe she had stepped in a mud puddle, especially right before she had planned on going out to meet some people. Her roommates hadn't wanted to go out, and she wasn't able to convince anyone else either. But she knew she was confident enough to rock going out solo. Especially if she could meet some cute guys.
Guys were Charlee's weakness, or better yet, she was theirs. She had a way of manipulating them into getting just what she wanted. Most guys fell for her charm, but not all. She was a snake, but in disguise. Charlee wasn't a friendly person, but nobody would guess it with her thick southern accent, and her charm. She was all about the drama, and spreading rumors behind backs. It was probably why nobody wanted to go out with her anymore. She really needed to try and make some friends who at least feared her enough to respect her and do as she said.
"Vodka and cranberry juice," she ordered, batting her eyelashes at the bartender. "I got all muddy, and I need this," she practically whined to him. He quickly made up her drink, pushing it in front of her and then got away from her fast. Charlee stuck her tongue out at him. "Didn't want to talk to you anyways," she muttered, and then took a big gulp of her drink. Apparently the bartender wasn't having girls hit on him tonight. Usually they allowed it, in the hopes of getting more tips. Charlee kicked more mud from her feet, and sipped on her drink. She wasn't sure what her game plan for the night was, but she knew she could pull something off before the bar closed.
