Vengeance Spirit
Seeker of Justice
"Another Bloody Mary!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs. A shot glass with a red liquid slid across the worn down bar and right to her hand. She took up the drink and chugged it down without a second thought. She then slammed it down on the table, placing it beside the six other shot glasses that were there. She took a good look around. The place was sleazy. She would never end up in a place like this...nor would she ever drink so much outside the comfort of her home. She was a successful business woman who held herself with class. She crushed anyone in her way. No matter who they were. If they stood in front of her iron fist, they were to be dealt with. Loved ones were no exception to this rule. This was the reason for her long list of husbands. The only constant in her life was her daughter, the little fairy. She looked at the bartender who was eyeing her. He had a look of guilt on his face.
She said sloppily "What! Nevah sheen a drunk woman befoaah."
He raised an eyebrow and said "I have...Just not one this drunk. I don't think you sh--"
She cut him off "Itsshhh my money! I want another one! Another bloody mary"
He said "But I-"
She gave him the glare of the devil. A look she perfected to win in the business world. "Another...Bloody...MARY!"
He nodded and began to quickly craft the drink. She took a good look at her clothing. Her flawless outfit was a mess. A pencil skirt and a fancy blazer. She then looked over to the shot glasses. Her lipstick had stained each one. She took out a mirror from her purse to make sure the look was still as potent as before. However, she saw something else. Her makeup was running. She touched her cheek. It was wet. Was she crying? Now she was noticing them, several tears ran down her face. Her thoughts were interrupted by the shot glass running down the table. She stopped it with her hand and reached for it. When she did, she saw a little fairy clip on her hand. A voice came in her head "Mommy...I bought this for you". That's right...Her little baby gave it to her. Forgetting about the drink, she brought it close to her face. She brushed against it. She took out her phone and looked through the various pictures. They all had a big smile in common. Her little curly haired girl in a fairy dress for Halloween, drawing pictures with her friends, and then the last one...She knew it was coming. Her little girl smiling in the hospital. Even the severity of her illness couldn't stop her big smile. That was the last picture. She couldn't stop herself from crying. She was away the week her daughter passed away. A meeting in another country to speak about trade. She missed her baby's last few days...She could never forgive herself. She felt as if she killed her little fairy. She then turned to the shot glass. She raised it up and in her head said "Bloody Mary to my little Fairy" and chugged it. She then fell off the stool unconscious.
(I can't do it ;__; 546 words. I got too into it.)
She screamed at the top of her lungs. A shot glass with a red liquid slid across the worn down bar and right to her hand. She took up the drink and chugged it down without a second thought. She then slammed it down on the table, placing it beside the six other shot glasses that were there. She took a good look around. The place was sleazy. She would never end up in a place like this...nor would she ever drink so much outside the comfort of her home. She was a successful business woman who held herself with class. She crushed anyone in her way. No matter who they were. If they stood in front of her iron fist, they were to be dealt with. Loved ones were no exception to this rule. This was the reason for her long list of husbands. The only constant in her life was her daughter, the little fairy. She looked at the bartender who was eyeing her. He had a look of guilt on his face.
She said sloppily "What! Nevah sheen a drunk woman befoaah."
He raised an eyebrow and said "I have...Just not one this drunk. I don't think you sh--"
She cut him off "Itsshhh my money! I want another one! Another bloody mary"
He said "But I-"
She gave him the glare of the devil. A look she perfected to win in the business world. "Another...Bloody...MARY!"
He nodded and began to quickly craft the drink. She took a good look at her clothing. Her flawless outfit was a mess. A pencil skirt and a fancy blazer. She then looked over to the shot glasses. Her lipstick had stained each one. She took out a mirror from her purse to make sure the look was still as potent as before. However, she saw something else. Her makeup was running. She touched her cheek. It was wet. Was she crying? Now she was noticing them, several tears ran down her face. Her thoughts were interrupted by the shot glass running down the table. She stopped it with her hand and reached for it. When she did, she saw a little fairy clip on her hand. A voice came in her head "Mommy...I bought this for you". That's right...Her little baby gave it to her. Forgetting about the drink, she brought it close to her face. She brushed against it. She took out her phone and looked through the various pictures. They all had a big smile in common. Her little curly haired girl in a fairy dress for Halloween, drawing pictures with her friends, and then the last one...She knew it was coming. Her little girl smiling in the hospital. Even the severity of her illness couldn't stop her big smile. That was the last picture. She couldn't stop herself from crying. She was away the week her daughter passed away. A meeting in another country to speak about trade. She missed her baby's last few days...She could never forgive herself. She felt as if she killed her little fairy. She then turned to the shot glass. She raised it up and in her head said "Bloody Mary to my little Fairy" and chugged it. She then fell off the stool unconscious.
(I can't do it ;__; 546 words. I got too into it.)
buzz buzzz--” he jabbed his finger almost into Lupo's ear--“I'm a spider's WEB you stumble through, and you'll never stop feeling me stroke against your skin.” His finger fell down Lupo's cheek without touching him. 
