Umi was standing on the side walk, under the orange glow of the street lamp, leaning against her bike. She had a cigarette between her lips, the cherry bright as she sucked back the smooth smoke, letting it trail out of her nostrils. Her long hair was loose around her shoulders, kinked from being under the helmet, but it would soon find a way to straighten.
Her silver eyes looked this way and that on the street, staring at the bar in front of her, regarding the beefy bouncer. She knew the rules. A strict dress code was held here - only the classy look in this place. Button down shirts for me (ties optional), little red dresses for woman.
She pulled off her jacket and unzipped her pants, pulling her skirt down. She shook her head and smoothed the red dress out, tossing her jeans into the storage compartment, slipping her ID and some bills into her bra, snuffing out the cancer stick.
She put on a thick layer of red lipstick and swiped a layer of mascara on, keeping her eye on the bouncer still. She checked a compact and pulled her ID out, handing it to him.
As she stepped in, checking her coat, he could see her glance at her back to see the pin-up on her right shoulder, partially obscured by her dress.
Right at home.
Her silver eyes looked this way and that on the street, staring at the bar in front of her, regarding the beefy bouncer. She knew the rules. A strict dress code was held here - only the classy look in this place. Button down shirts for me (ties optional), little red dresses for woman.
She pulled off her jacket and unzipped her pants, pulling her skirt down. She shook her head and smoothed the red dress out, tossing her jeans into the storage compartment, slipping her ID and some bills into her bra, snuffing out the cancer stick.
She put on a thick layer of red lipstick and swiped a layer of mascara on, keeping her eye on the bouncer still. She checked a compact and pulled her ID out, handing it to him.
As she stepped in, checking her coat, he could see her glance at her back to see the pin-up on her right shoulder, partially obscured by her dress.
Right at home.
Sega waited in the alleyway for a long time before emerging, he tipped his hat down low, as he walked along. The shadow he cast reached the street as he walked towards the lights of the club.
He was dressed appropriately, the shirt tight on his heavy shape. The red tie tied tight about his collar. He was being careful, he'd even clipped his horns for this evening. It was much harder to hide them in this time around. So as he chopped them off, he mused that they provided no tangible benefit to him.
He brushed past the bouncer, sliding out of his coat and depositing his hat onto the pile. He refused to give up his gloves to the man, for that would give him away in a heartbeat. He carefully arranged his hair to cover the nubs of his horns, as he entered the club, catching sight of a woman with a woman tattooed on her shoulder before him.
He was dressed appropriately, the shirt tight on his heavy shape. The red tie tied tight about his collar. He was being careful, he'd even clipped his horns for this evening. It was much harder to hide them in this time around. So as he chopped them off, he mused that they provided no tangible benefit to him.
He brushed past the bouncer, sliding out of his coat and depositing his hat onto the pile. He refused to give up his gloves to the man, for that would give him away in a heartbeat. He carefully arranged his hair to cover the nubs of his horns, as he entered the club, catching sight of a woman with a woman tattooed on her shoulder before him.
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