When She Was Alive (warning: adult content)
It's one in the morning and a slightly drunk Anna Reeve is home for the holidays.
Which means Montreal.
Which means strip clubs and booze.
Which explains both the miniscule black leather skirt (in combination with some absolutely decadent high-heeled boots) and the tipsiness.
Well, she turns twenty-one in a month, all right? Forgive her a little excess.
At the moment she's having a little trouble. She smokes - not often; only when it makes her feel sexy - and the damn lighter is nearly out. Flick-- spark-- fizzle. Flick-- spark--
"Fuuuuuck," she moans, leaning against the wall of the alley and cradling the cigarette in slender fingers. "C'mon, you little bastard, light up already."
Hint: the part about 'only when it makes her feel sexy' was in fact a lie.
Which means Montreal.
Which means strip clubs and booze.
Which explains both the miniscule black leather skirt (in combination with some absolutely decadent high-heeled boots) and the tipsiness.
Well, she turns twenty-one in a month, all right? Forgive her a little excess.
At the moment she's having a little trouble. She smokes - not often; only when it makes her feel sexy - and the damn lighter is nearly out. Flick-- spark-- fizzle. Flick-- spark--
"Fuuuuuck," she moans, leaning against the wall of the alley and cradling the cigarette in slender fingers. "C'mon, you little bastard, light up already."
Hint: the part about 'only when it makes her feel sexy' was in fact a lie.