dare ariel randio
tour manager
Your mind is like a candle stick, my ambitions are constantly burning out.
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Post by dare ariel randio on Sept 27, 2010 16:14:24 GMT -5
  Everything was falling apart and Dare couldn't help but want to run away from it. That was her usual reaction. Run away when all else fails.She wasn't tough enough to face the fact that there is a killer around, nor was she tough enough to take on the killer herself. She knew she should of stayed in the tour area But here she was, running a hand through her dark hair as she stuffed her motorcycle helmet into her little helmet holder along with her gloves and she unzipped her motorcycle jacket to let air in as she walked towards the bar. Yeah, the only suitable transportation device she thought of was her motorcycle. She had inherited it from a room mate back in law school and she decided to fix it up. It's been her's since then and she loved it a bit more than a person should. But it got her around the tour and the tour's cities. She was pretty happy for it.
Now, she just wanted to drink. Problem would be, she would have to probably call someone to pick her up and it wasn't good to have the tour manager get picked up from a bar. She wanted to bang her head on a tree and cry. She had no idea what the hell she was really doing and hoped to god no one from the tour would really see her. She try to find the most deserted bar to drink herself silly in. Even though, that would be pretty bad if some guy tried to pick her off. Dare wasn't that hard to get into bed with when she wasn't sober. She was pretty easy and easily manipulated. She wasn't sure how it got to be, but she knew it was easy to do anything with her. She lived up to her name when she was drunk, She was a bit daring too.
Running a hand through her dark hair, she pulled the door to the bar open and slipped into the hazy bar, walking up to the counter where they had a surprisingly lovely selection of alcoholic beverages that she would probably take part in drinking in. But she wanted something that would knock her off her feet. "Just get me a glass of jack to start with." No, she wasn't getting one of those mixed drinks. The bartender watched her take out her I.D. She didn't look over twenty-one but the drivers license said different and that was a legit I.D she couldn't fake any of that. The bartender poured the Jack in the glass and slid it down to her where she caught it in her hand. Taking a rather large sip as she stared at the little mirror thing behind the bar, at her own horrid reflection. She looked like shit
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