.:|R i d e o f y o u r L i f e|:. [Charade]
Sept 28, 2012 0:26:18 GMT -5
Post by cyrus on Sept 28, 2012 0:26:18 GMT -5
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The world swirled around Melrose as the wagon teetered along the dusty roads. She tried to recollect the day’s events the best she could, but much like the hazy mass of shapes around her head, her memory seemed disjointed and jumbled. There had been promise at the beginning of the day, when she’d hiked up her favorite pair of white knee high boots and tugged at her itty-bitty denim cutoffs. Pressing ”the girls”
“I'm Melrose by the way... I did remembers yah from the Bucket... I... Oh… oh wait… I think…” Melrose licked her lips as she moved over to the side of the cart. She grasped at her straw colored hair and held it behind her head. Everything spun faster and faster then, and she could feel the dizziness perculate up through her toes toward her head. In another moment she hunched over the side of Kirk’s cart, evacuating her bowls onto the earth below. The projectile vomit sprayed out in a stream, littering the ground with a mix of corn kernels, sweet meats, half-digested pretzel, and another spray of liquid to round all of it out. She hacked again as she felt another wave press out of her throat and fly out of her mouth. Wiping the bile from her lips, Melrose slumped back in Kirk’s cart with a groan. “’Sokay… hic… ‘sokay… just a little… hic… bump in the road…”
She didn’t watch any of the show, but had preferred to let her favorite gentlemen from the bloody bucket and around town that they could come see her behind the outhouses if they’d wanted any fun. All it takes is something nice—maybe bring me a treat or somethin’, darlin’,[/color] she winked to all of them before giving a playful pat on the butt. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t have fun for free, but it always felt better when there was an exchange involved. She’d spent the afternoon giving out handy j’s and playing doctor with a few different boys and men—and from it had a new bracelet, some earrings, and a nice little jug of moonshine. The last of course, contributed to her state of intoxication at the Barn Dance. She’d happily taken shot after shot with a few of her close confidants against the hard wood of the old port-o-john, and a stretch of hours had evaporated from her mind.
“You sure got a handsome face…” Melrose leaned over to her companion, not quite even sure of his name. Cameron? Kieran? Kock? Doesn’t matter.[/color] And in truth, she didn’t need to know his name. There’d been a few times when she’d gone all the way and never even so much as heard the man utter what he was called—other than some bizarre nickname like the Bull—so it wasn’t as though she was about to start caring. “My house is… comin’ up on it soon I reckon…” She twirled her fingers back through her hair and closed her eyes. The world started to spin again and she let out a burp before putting her head between her legs.
She probably should have been more embarrassed at the display she was putting on, but f—k him[/color] if he was going to say anything. She did as she pleased in these parts, and wasn’t no place for anyone to tell her different. Melrose took a few deep breaths as she tried to steady herself. By now her mascara was running and her pink lipstick had smudged around the top of her lips. But I do hope he don’t just leave me at the door like the rest of ‘em.[/color] She angled upward to stare at him, still slightly hunched but fighting not to let the world spin in circles around her. “You want sommat the ‘shine I won?” She motioned to the little jug at her feet weakly. “Make you feel real nice on a night like tonight…” [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
