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 Hell Hath no Fury (Open)
« Thread Started on Jul 2, 2007, 9:03am »

The bar scene was never one of Emma's usual hot spots. Men all around her, drinking and laughing. In the back, several disheveled bar goers played pool. The floor was covered in peanut shells as was the bar area itself. A seedy looking group sat in a dark corner, talking in whispers, occasionally looking around to see who was watching.

Emma was cozied up to the bar. Her lips were pursed together tightly and blond hairs were escaping her tight pony tail. She wore a white sweater whose sleeves were pushed up to her elbows, white jeans were tight against her legs. She wore black leather ankle boots and her black leather jacket was spread across her lap. Her perfectly manicured nails tapped the bar counter. Emma's blue eyes seemed even colder and more distant than usual. There was one wet streak crawling down her cheek from her eye.

Damn, she thought as the bartender finally gave her the beer she ordered. Why'd I go and let myself fall in love with Summers? she asked herself. She could hear several men around her thinking about her in the most private of ways. She made sure that whenever they thought about another woman again, there would be unimaginable pain in the most private of areas. Emma wasn't used to drinking such colloquial alcohol. The beer she drank tasted bitter to her as she gulped it down. She was happy to finally be out of the mansion. Though teaching was her life, being humiliated and demoted in the same day was not where she wanted to remain. She motioned for the bartender to keep the beer coming. It was going to be a long night.
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