Post by Billie Hart on Sept 18, 2010 16:17:51 GMT -6
There were times that Billie wished that she hadn't ran away - that she had fought her way through school and actually become something more than a criminal. Though, usually the next thought she would think would go along the lines of: "Oh well, can't change the past." The only thing that she really wished she had was a car - or fuck, even a scooter at this point. Could you believe it? A petty criminal on an electric scooter? Just the thought brought on fits of laughter to Billie. She would gladly take one of course - anything was better than walking, even something that ridiculous. Billie's stomach grumbled loudly, wonderful - the one who was poking a hole in her wallet wanted food. Great, stomach, but why don't you just shut up for a few hours?!
....Great Billie, now your inner monologue is yelling at your stomach. She blew hot air onto her hands as she walked, it had been getting colder lately. There was nothing in her possession that was anything like a winter jacket; however, so she was cursed to walk around freezing until things warmed up a little. She had done it before, so doing it for the umpteenth time wouldn't be too much of an issue. The issue on the front of her mind was the fact that she would only be playing the piano for the next week - and possibly more. The police had begun sniffing around, so it was up to really everyone from cook to customers to keep their mouths shut if they want to keep their safe haven for god knows what they do there. Now she couldn't play her games of poker at night, all she was to do was play the piano, which was really her envision of hell. Actually, that's probably what the devil has in store for her anyway....
The redhead sighed and pulled down her black beanie down, more over her ears. Yes, she wasn't wearing her trademark fedora - I know you are all probably deeply saddened by that. Billie couldn't wear it - not because someone might use it to find her, no mostly she could not wear it because it was cold....and her ears were incredibly susceptible to it. Anyway, enough about fedoras and ears - where was she going to go to grab a bite? Billie's mind tried to remember if there were any good...warm, places to get something to eat....that wasn't too much money of course, she was on a very limited budget of course.
That's when she passed the restaurant, well almost passed it. She noticed the people eating in the window, or rather the food. She bit her lip, the hole in her stomach becoming bigger and bigger until Billie finally cracked under her own pressure. Too hungry to think it through, though really what was there to think through, Billie made her way through the door and quickly picked out her own empty seat at the bar. Billie mentally counted the money she knew she had on her, it had to be enough for some coffee and maybe a burger or something similar. A waitress set down a menu in front of her and scurried off to check on another table. Let’s see, let’s see….what is cheap enough not to break her small, tiny bank?
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