09-06-2012, 05:48 AM
She waited patiently for the scotch, watching the people around her enjoying themselves. She spotted several others who had paired up. Most likely in the hopes of scoring tonight. It was a shame that she worked early in the morning... She might have stuck around for a couple of drinks. Still... She didn't have it so bad. Her customer was fairly lax. Maybe she needed to be too? She thought on it for a moment before shaking her head. No. In her experience, nothing good ever came from letting your guard down.
She walked back over to Lewis, handing him the drink before she waited on a few other customers that hadn't been served yet. She gave them that same look she gave Lewis when she first served him. A fake smile.
The minutes passed by, before she finally made her way to the elevators for her break. There was a couple making out on the second floor which meant tonight she was on the third floor. As the elevator chimed she slowly stepped out from the sliding doors and sat down at one of the tables. Honestly, she didn't expect Lewis to show up. Why would he? He could easily get the drug somewhere else if he really wanted to and she had very little to offer him otherwise. She stretched out her legs before leaning back in the chair. She looked over at the needle she had set down on the table beside her. It dimly illuminated the dark room. It reminded her of the Pixie dust from Peter Pan only... it was in a syringe.
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