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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 14, 2011 5:45:45 GMT
 Shelby was walking down the alley, ignoring all the looks she was getting. She hadn't been in the alley for a couple of years. Actually it had been three years, four months and some odd about of weeks and days. Shell wasn't sure and nor did she care. Looking up to the sign, it was the one bar that she used to visit all the time when she was younger. Now she was her thirtieth birthday and though she wasn't really that old but she felt old today.
Most women regretted their thirtieth birthday and Shelby was no different. Walking into the bar, the bartender recognized her with a smirk. "Ruby. Haven't seen you in a while." he laughed in a big tone. Shell didn't correct him about the name, again she just didn't care. After all, technically it was her name. Sitting down at the bar, she crossed her legs and ordered a bottle of butterbeer. Taking a sip, she looked to the bartender and sighed. He was trying to flirt with her but she rolled her eyes and took a bigger drink this time.
She wasn't worried about her army of children since they were getting babysat by Riley right now and she told him that she might not get back tonight because she most likely wasn't going to remember anything from tonight. Riley just shook his head at her and simply agreed to watch the kids, rather than argue with Shell. Again she took a drink from her bottle as she heard the heavy door squeak open, the wintery wind blistering through as it hit her calves. She shivered slightly as she turned to see who it was. Shell didn't think of anything when she noticed it was Logan Andrews. Instead, she turned her attention to the butterbeer in her hands and took another drink. She hated that her birthday was in January. It was always cold and bitter. "Hey. I'll take another one please." she called to the barkeep as she waved her quarter full bottle by the neck of the glass.
clothes like things!
[[ so, that's the new pb I use for shelby. XD <3 yup yup. ;D ]]
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