07-07-2011, 10:36 PM
(Alas, her mind amuses me xD)
Every single one of them was a moron. At the thought, she struck her leg out, a black trainer connected with one of the many cans that littered the alley way, she huffed a little and raised a hand to run it through short red hair. Out on the main street there were many young girls, much like herself infact, but unlike she, they wore short clothes with everything on show and fawned over guys. “Urgh” she groaned once more, regretting her decision to leave the house and go out for a quite drink. Shoulda frickin checked if there were any events on first, moron! The amount of people out and about was a lot more than usual and crowded places with ‘slagged’ up girls made her both uncomfortable and irritated. It disgusted her, the way such girls depended upon males and threw themselves all over them, depended upon them and heck, some acted as if they would die if they didn’t touch a guy a few times a day.
After leaving her house, she’d.. encountered a group of already drunk females, one of which had approached her and attempted to, well, flirt with her, right up until the intoxicated female had reached out and touched her chest that is. Very quickly the female had changed from all charm and friendliness, to expressing disgust and calling names, all the while clinging to the arm of a guy within the group, her clothes covering next to nothing and her voice was strained and unnaturally high. If she hadn’t been so out numbered, she’d ‘ave sent the cow into hospital for the simple fact she needed her head checking, but alas, she’d ended up huffing and puffing in a filthy alley way.
It wasn’t being mistaken for a male that had set her of; she personally took that as a compliment, for she was dressed in heavy, black cargo trousers and an oversized bark brown hoodie, the zip low enough to show a pale beige Tree Days Grace t-shirt. Add in her above female average height and short styled hair, she very much looked the part, which is what she’d intended. Even the name calling she could have bared her teeth through, but the girl had clung onto some guy whilst doing so, talking in that high pitched voice and acting all meek and weak and making out that she was some victim in need of being saved from the ‘savage cross dresser’. Why did it seem as if every female was an incompetent fool?
Storming out of the alley, she crossed the street and entered what she hoped would be a quite bar. Pushing the doors open, she entered and manoeuvred towards the bar. Upon reaching her destination, she flopped down onto a stool with no grace and called towards the bartender. “Vodka and coke”. With her drink ordered, she scanned her eyes over those who had gathered, picking out a few respectable male examples.
Every single one of them was a moron. At the thought, she struck her leg out, a black trainer connected with one of the many cans that littered the alley way, she huffed a little and raised a hand to run it through short red hair. Out on the main street there were many young girls, much like herself infact, but unlike she, they wore short clothes with everything on show and fawned over guys. “Urgh” she groaned once more, regretting her decision to leave the house and go out for a quite drink. Shoulda frickin checked if there were any events on first, moron! The amount of people out and about was a lot more than usual and crowded places with ‘slagged’ up girls made her both uncomfortable and irritated. It disgusted her, the way such girls depended upon males and threw themselves all over them, depended upon them and heck, some acted as if they would die if they didn’t touch a guy a few times a day.
After leaving her house, she’d.. encountered a group of already drunk females, one of which had approached her and attempted to, well, flirt with her, right up until the intoxicated female had reached out and touched her chest that is. Very quickly the female had changed from all charm and friendliness, to expressing disgust and calling names, all the while clinging to the arm of a guy within the group, her clothes covering next to nothing and her voice was strained and unnaturally high. If she hadn’t been so out numbered, she’d ‘ave sent the cow into hospital for the simple fact she needed her head checking, but alas, she’d ended up huffing and puffing in a filthy alley way.
It wasn’t being mistaken for a male that had set her of; she personally took that as a compliment, for she was dressed in heavy, black cargo trousers and an oversized bark brown hoodie, the zip low enough to show a pale beige Tree Days Grace t-shirt. Add in her above female average height and short styled hair, she very much looked the part, which is what she’d intended. Even the name calling she could have bared her teeth through, but the girl had clung onto some guy whilst doing so, talking in that high pitched voice and acting all meek and weak and making out that she was some victim in need of being saved from the ‘savage cross dresser’. Why did it seem as if every female was an incompetent fool?
Storming out of the alley, she crossed the street and entered what she hoped would be a quite bar. Pushing the doors open, she entered and manoeuvred towards the bar. Upon reaching her destination, she flopped down onto a stool with no grace and called towards the bartender. “Vodka and coke”. With her drink ordered, she scanned her eyes over those who had gathered, picking out a few respectable male examples.