Post by Layla G. Harlow on Oct 27, 2015 1:54:44 GMT
Working at a bar usually made Layla stray away from other clubs. She didn't drink much on her days off and typically she spent the night with her sister, sharing books and talking about the wonderful verses that they would read about. Wishing and dreaming that they lived in a different time, a different place...a totally different world. After making dinner and settling in for the night, Cora had scolded Layla for being such an old hag. Not in so many words, but by saying how she constantly ended up at home when she should be out living the life of a teenager from times of long ago in this world before the Scorch and before the Rot. That she should meet a handsome stranger and dance the night away, ignoring all problems and all of the threats this world actually held.
And Layla felt as though Cora was right. She worked most nights and studied with Cora most days. There was hardly any time for her to go out and do whatever she wanted like a typical teenager from seventy plus years ago would have done. Although Layla planned on having a good time, she realized that it would have been ideal to have someone to go out with. Jack was more than likely ogling over his shrine of Luxanna. Lux was probably...doing whatever and those were the only people Layla sought out to talk to besides her sister. In the world they lived in, trust wasn't something she handed out freely.
All of this in mind, she put on one of the more formal shirts she had from her mother's clubbing days and a pair of jeans that were ripped everywhere up the legs. Purgatory was one of the clubs that Layla had heard about, a few of the wanderers came into the bar talking about it. From what she'd heard it was literally anything that could be desired wrapped up into one pretty package, run by two even prettier packages. Layla hadn't met the Chevalier twins, but she'd heard a great deal about them. As she entered the club, her eyes took in the scene around her and she could almost forget about the disastrous setting they were placed in every other day.
"Wow."
And Layla felt as though Cora was right. She worked most nights and studied with Cora most days. There was hardly any time for her to go out and do whatever she wanted like a typical teenager from seventy plus years ago would have done. Although Layla planned on having a good time, she realized that it would have been ideal to have someone to go out with. Jack was more than likely ogling over his shrine of Luxanna. Lux was probably...doing whatever and those were the only people Layla sought out to talk to besides her sister. In the world they lived in, trust wasn't something she handed out freely.
All of this in mind, she put on one of the more formal shirts she had from her mother's clubbing days and a pair of jeans that were ripped everywhere up the legs. Purgatory was one of the clubs that Layla had heard about, a few of the wanderers came into the bar talking about it. From what she'd heard it was literally anything that could be desired wrapped up into one pretty package, run by two even prettier packages. Layla hadn't met the Chevalier twins, but she'd heard a great deal about them. As she entered the club, her eyes took in the scene around her and she could almost forget about the disastrous setting they were placed in every other day.
"Wow."
