Post by Roxanna Jacobs on Mar 3, 2014 20:12:52 GMT -4
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STAND TALL FOR THE
BEAST OF AMERICA
It had been another long day in one of the many casino bars she worked at. It wasn't the best way to live but for the broke werewolf she had no choice but to obtain as many jobs as she could. Some less pleasant than others. For a short period of time she even had to resort to fighting in one of the smaller arena's located around the city of sin. It was never anything like the arena's Markov ran and was controlled by weres themselves but it still left Roxy bruised, and in some cases richer, so it may have not been much better.
Even with being on the run still Roxy began to feel as if her life had become one big routine. Wake up at four, eat, work at one bar for a few hours before heading to the next, fight in one of the were run arena's and if she won eat dinner after hours of drinking and by five in the morning she was back in bed, sleeping only to repeat everything all over again. At first all of this seemed nothing but fun to the wild child but now its was boring. So boring she even stopped going to the arenas as the pain and bruises started to make the trips not worth it anymore. Now she was relying on the little bit of money she managed to save up from all the fights and for now was content but it wouldn't last long with the rowdy wolf.
Roxy found herself wiping the same spot on the counter for the last twenty minutes when one of the other bartenders called her out on it, snapping her attention back to the real world. "I don't think the counter can get any cleaner, Rox." her friend said with a chuckle. Roxy rolled her eyes and threw the rag into one of the bins. "Shut up." she growled lowly as the irritation started to set in. She was moments away from taking a quick cigarette break when one of the waitresses approached her with an exhausted look. "Can you do me a favor Rox and take table three their drinks?" Roxy looked over at the table and saw the pair looked decent enough so she nodded her head. "Oh thank you. You're awesome." Roxy smiled as she knew that to be the truth. She also couldn't say no when she knew keep up with a busy crowd was difficult and was one of the bartenders that didn't mind stepping in when things got rowdy. After mixing the drinks she set them onto a tray and headed over to the table, unaware of the transactions about to occur.
Even with being on the run still Roxy began to feel as if her life had become one big routine. Wake up at four, eat, work at one bar for a few hours before heading to the next, fight in one of the were run arena's and if she won eat dinner after hours of drinking and by five in the morning she was back in bed, sleeping only to repeat everything all over again. At first all of this seemed nothing but fun to the wild child but now its was boring. So boring she even stopped going to the arenas as the pain and bruises started to make the trips not worth it anymore. Now she was relying on the little bit of money she managed to save up from all the fights and for now was content but it wouldn't last long with the rowdy wolf.
Roxy found herself wiping the same spot on the counter for the last twenty minutes when one of the other bartenders called her out on it, snapping her attention back to the real world. "I don't think the counter can get any cleaner, Rox." her friend said with a chuckle. Roxy rolled her eyes and threw the rag into one of the bins. "Shut up." she growled lowly as the irritation started to set in. She was moments away from taking a quick cigarette break when one of the waitresses approached her with an exhausted look. "Can you do me a favor Rox and take table three their drinks?" Roxy looked over at the table and saw the pair looked decent enough so she nodded her head. "Oh thank you. You're awesome." Roxy smiled as she knew that to be the truth. She also couldn't say no when she knew keep up with a busy crowd was difficult and was one of the bartenders that didn't mind stepping in when things got rowdy. After mixing the drinks she set them onto a tray and headed over to the table, unaware of the transactions about to occur.
