<<<Hey, I'm in now!>>>
Kalia looked over across the dingy room at a table with drunken people, who obviously needed to shower ( [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] ). No matter, she said to herself, finishing her drink and walking over to the bar for another. Just then, one of the people from the table of drunks came over. The reek of beer filled her nostrils and sickened her.
[ July 19, 2002: Message edited by: suicidal elf chick ]
__________________
"Feeling like a freak on a leash, feeling like I have no release. How many times have I felt diseased? Nothing in my life is free, is free.... Sometimes I cannot take this place, sometimes it's my life I can taste." - Korn 'Freak on a Leash'
Who are you?
|