Thread: All is Lost

Skeith Takahata II said Jack awoke with a start in her small apartment. Sweat drops slid down her naked flesh as she leaned forward, holding her head in her hands. Rapid breaths escaping her lips as she struggled to return to reality. She had been reliving that night again. Her lover had been infected and had died of the infection their in the apartment. Jack had been out with the band, doing a gig at a local bar. She returned home to find the hungry flesh eating beast, wearing scraps of her girlfriend's clothing. In her panic, Jack took her guitar and viciously beat the creature til it no longer breathed or twitched. Ever since that day, her guitar had never left it's stand. She'd quit the band, and taken to life as a mechanic, fixing up motorcycles and cars like her Daddy taught her. At the end of any rough day that same nightmare found her, and as usual she relied on outside stimulation to break her out of her own dark places. She dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of high cut denim shorts, and a tight fitting black tanktop. A pair of leather boots climbed to just below her knee and a pair of fingerless gloves covered her hands. Beneath her arms a pair of handguns hung in their holsters. She'd never had to use them. But after her first encounter, she wasn't going to take any chances. She took her motorcycle from the parking garage and sped off towards the more slummy part of town. Sure the place was dangerous. You could get mugged, you could get in a bar fight... But she liked it. The danger and the excitement was a good distraction, and maybe part of her wanted it all to end. The old chopper pulled into a rundown strip joint. She'd overheard some customers talking about it while she was fixing up their truck and decided it might be worth checking out. She could see some men and ladies outside, enjoying smokes, beers. Some enjoying one another a bit more than they should in public. But Jack had become no different. She didn't have any shame. Nothing to hide. When she entered she looked about the joint. A small smirk teased her lips. Loud music, dancers performing, topless waitress wandering around. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol clung in the air. She liked this place already. Her gaze narrowed as a large hand stopped her in her tracks. She looked up at the large man, who gave her guns a rough tap. Where do you think you're going? The man asked rudely. She looked up at the man, her confident smirk spreading before she flashed her license. They're licensed bub. Now go find some other pair of tits to harass. I'm a paying customer. She brushed past the man and continued walking inside. She took a table near the stage, flopping back into the comfortable chair much like a man might, her legs spread comfortably, and her arms hanging over each arm. She looked about the joint again, waiting to see an available waitress before waving in her direction to get her attention. The good thing about hanging out in the slums is it wasn't likely that someone was going to recognize her from her rock'n'roll days. Click to expand... Arcane was available at the moment and saw the woman flagging her down. She never turned down a customer so she struts over to the customer, shaking her plump ass to attract others. Well hello there, I hope this seat isn't taken. Arcane liked to play with the ladies, so she slowly sits down with her legs cascading over the womans legs, her ass in her lap. You look thirsty, so I won't ask if you want a drink, but I will ask, do you want a beer, or some smooth liquor? Arcane had the charm, though she truly used it on the fairer sex, but to be fair, men mostly entered this place and she did have to charm them as well. Ah, a gun wielding woman, I gotta say that I have some respect for you, though my guns are in the back, it's a bit of a turn off for men if a lady is carrying. She shrugs before sliding her hand up the womans arm.