Post by MOLLY SINGER on Jan 25, 2016 20:44:09 GMT -5
somebodykillme
I CAN BE BEAUTIFUL IF ONLY YOU'D GIVE ME A CHANCE
Molly didn't feed off of other human's tears as some accused her of in the bar where she worked. Wasn't that the West district god's powers? She wasn't easily swayed by the troubles of others. Even though she didn't live in the East district, she made it a point to bother no one because she liked the only grocery store on the island. She liked it because eating wasn't an option. Pushing an empty shopping cart and blankly staring at prices of things when they caught her eye, she was like a ghost. She looked and said nothing to no one.
A child in a cart started to cry behind her and Molly's eyes slid. It's mother had moved to look at meats and Molly turned to stare at it. The child and she shared a brief connection, staring at each other until her mother separated them. Molly turned back to her cart. Would she have one of those things? She'd had three husbands and none had managed to get that job done. Not that she really had a mind for such things.
"Bartender Molly Singer. What are you doing in the East?" Molly turned to a voice and when she saw the source of it, turned back around and began walking again. "Hey! You killed my buzz the last time I was there! Don't you owe me a little something since you're in the East?" The man said. She remembered him well. She'd had to stop serving him. He'd drank his fill. Molly didn't think herself pretty but drunk men grabbing her did nothing to boost her perception of herself.
"Hey!" The pest made himself impossible to ignore. "Molly-" He didn't finish his sentence. How could he with the edge of a business card suddenly at his throat as if it were a weapon? "Mol-?" He asked and she took her hand back slowly, flipping the card in her fingers to show it to his face.
"Please visit Eve's if you're interested in apples. Tell them Molly from Karaoke sent you." She said with that same expressionless face and stepped back to her cart.
#open #stoicasfuck
A child in a cart started to cry behind her and Molly's eyes slid. It's mother had moved to look at meats and Molly turned to stare at it. The child and she shared a brief connection, staring at each other until her mother separated them. Molly turned back to her cart. Would she have one of those things? She'd had three husbands and none had managed to get that job done. Not that she really had a mind for such things.
"Bartender Molly Singer. What are you doing in the East?" Molly turned to a voice and when she saw the source of it, turned back around and began walking again. "Hey! You killed my buzz the last time I was there! Don't you owe me a little something since you're in the East?" The man said. She remembered him well. She'd had to stop serving him. He'd drank his fill. Molly didn't think herself pretty but drunk men grabbing her did nothing to boost her perception of herself.
"Hey!" The pest made himself impossible to ignore. "Molly-" He didn't finish his sentence. How could he with the edge of a business card suddenly at his throat as if it were a weapon? "Mol-?" He asked and she took her hand back slowly, flipping the card in her fingers to show it to his face.
"Please visit Eve's if you're interested in apples. Tell them Molly from Karaoke sent you." She said with that same expressionless face and stepped back to her cart.
#open #stoicasfuck
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE
