- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Quite often
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Dark Fantasy, Fantasy, Zombie, slice-of-life survival, Post Apocalyptic, Cyberpunk, Sci-fi, High Fantasy, Modern, medieval
Luchesi looked over at the table he was talking about. "Those girls... the busty, chestnut-haired one is my waitress, Alexandra, and the other is... y'know, I don't think I caught her name, actually. No, no I didn't. She didn't come up to the bar. Sorry, buddy." he cleans another glass as he stares at the two girls conversing, and notices Alexandra slip a piece of paper to the strange woman.
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Alexandra rips off a piece of paper from her notepad and scribbles her number on it. "Here," she said handing it to Natasha, "call me anytime after work." She sighed as she thought about what she was doing. She knew the consequences, but was willing to risk them anyway. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work." she said, getting up as a few more customers were shown to seats and other hit the dance floor. "It was lovely talking to you, Natasha. And if you need anything, just holler. I am a waitress, after all."
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Alexandra rips off a piece of paper from her notepad and scribbles her number on it. "Here," she said handing it to Natasha, "call me anytime after work." She sighed as she thought about what she was doing. She knew the consequences, but was willing to risk them anyway. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work." she said, getting up as a few more customers were shown to seats and other hit the dance floor. "It was lovely talking to you, Natasha. And if you need anything, just holler. I am a waitress, after all."