Far Away [closed]
Sept 17, 2011 21:35:37 GMT -5
Post by Andi Thalis on Sept 17, 2011 21:35:37 GMT -5
It was one of those days, a day where she needed to get away from Giselle and the apartment and just unwind. She was wearing a simple outfit, enough to draw some attention but not enough to proclaim that she was easy to get into bed with. New Tatum was a small town, and she had already taken on some of the bolder male crowd. In her youth, she had been bold and cocky, playful and flirty beyond any hope of relief, and that had landed her here, still alone after five years, wearing a ring that came from the only man she had ever dared to love, having a tattoo on her back that was his name in ancient Greek down the whole length of her spine, something she was quite happy with.
She still had her motorcycle, so she hopped on it and drove to Antonia’s, knowing that Italian cooking and some pool would make her feel better. She drove the speed limit all the way to the club/bar, parking out front and walking inside with a smile. The diamond ring on her finger, revealed as she took off her gloves, glittered as she hung her jacket and helmet on the rack next to the door, spotting Antonia behind the bar. “Mama Mia, still cooking this late?” Andi teased with a grin as she walked to the pool table.
Antonia laughed at the nickname. “Yes, cara, I’m still cooking this late,” she replied with a smile. “I’ll make some of your regular.”
“Thank you, Antonia,” Andi said gratefully as she grabbed a pool cue and racked up the balls, ignoring the eyes on her. She had grown a couple inches, ending up at five feet nine inches, and all of that came through her legs. With a critical eye looking at the balls, she bent over and began her game of pool.
She still had her motorcycle, so she hopped on it and drove to Antonia’s, knowing that Italian cooking and some pool would make her feel better. She drove the speed limit all the way to the club/bar, parking out front and walking inside with a smile. The diamond ring on her finger, revealed as she took off her gloves, glittered as she hung her jacket and helmet on the rack next to the door, spotting Antonia behind the bar. “Mama Mia, still cooking this late?” Andi teased with a grin as she walked to the pool table.
Antonia laughed at the nickname. “Yes, cara, I’m still cooking this late,” she replied with a smile. “I’ll make some of your regular.”
“Thank you, Antonia,” Andi said gratefully as she grabbed a pool cue and racked up the balls, ignoring the eyes on her. She had grown a couple inches, ending up at five feet nine inches, and all of that came through her legs. With a critical eye looking at the balls, she bent over and began her game of pool.