Post by Roxanne on Nov 29, 2011 10:53:45 GMT -5
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Since the Aphrodite was fueling up and would be around for the night, Roxanne decided to prowl out for some fun. Not necessarily naughty fun but that would be nice as well. All laced up in a corset her sister helped her into, she slipped on some old pumps and walked out into the dusk. She wasn’t super girly but when she went out to have fun she liked to show off her assets. Corsets were her favorite way to do so. When relaxed a tee and jeans were her attire of choice as she was more tom boy then a princess. Still with the frisky wants in her it paid off more to look the part of someone sultry then someone who liked to run around in the mud. And Roxanne could defiantly clean up nice when the mood struck her.
As dirt moved around her shoes, her hands were in her pockets. The jeans hugged her figure as she kept a coy smile on her lips. Finding a little bar a bit from the docks, she noticed it seemed very lively. The exact kind of place she was looking for. Going in through the door she looked over the room. The men out numbered the girls but the women seemed to be in control of themselves. And no one really seemed to be over stepping boundaries. That may change as people drink more but she wasn’t too worried. She was a part of the Aphrodite and those women knew how to take care of themselves. This was proven but the pocket knife that was folded close and hidden between her breasts. It was very much uncomfortable but Roxanne was always on the careful side.
As her body leaned against the bar, she ordered whatever local brew they had. Drinks varied from planet to planet and most local things were piss poor. But she could swallow them down well enough when she wanted to drink. With crossed arms on the worn wood, she gazed off to the side. People littered the bar stools making her less wanting of being up here. Roxanne just wasn’t sure where to jump in yet. Perhaps a game of cards? But she didn’t gamble very often and wasn’t good. Same was the issue with pool. And no one seemed to be dancing and she didn’t want to be the fool dancing alone. An opportunity would arise soon enough and she would be busy submerging herself in whatever.
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