Post by Verainne on Mar 18, 2011 2:23:29 GMT -5
"Not here... Or here... Or here..." Somewhere, frantically searching through the bustles of people, was Verainne. Her eyes darted from the slots to the roulette table, then the bar, the crowds, the dancers. Shit. She hastily squeezed herself through the clusters of gamblers, biting her lip anxiously. It wasn't there. She spun around, scanning the lounge. No, it wasn't there. Pushing her way past people, she sprinted back to the bar. Not here either. Again and again she searched, each effort as fruitless as the next.
There was one thing left that she could do. She raced through busy halls, forcing her way past people with mutters of 'excuse me' and hurried apologies as she stumbled over her own feet. "Shit." Shit shit shiiiit!! She stopped dead in her tracks-- Two bouncers waited at the hall entrance. She clenched her jaw. There was no other option. "Excuse me, sirs? There's a couple men stirring up trouble near the bar-- I think one of them might be hiding a gun." They looked at her-- she crossed her fingers hopefully behind her back. One nodded to acknowledge he heard her and broke into a slow jog. The other one hung back, as if debating whether or not to join his partner. Please go... Please go! Verainne prayed nervously. Then, as if listening to her silent advice, he did. Verainne waited a few seconds, then broke out into a run. The short hall seemed a mile long. But slowly, her last hope was nearing her site, drawing ever so nearer as she bounded through the corridor. Her self-manicured hand stretched, reaching for the doorknob to the manager's office-- "Excuse me, Ma'am? what are you doing?"
Verainne's heart jumped; her silver eyes widened. Shit!!! She froze. No, it was okay, she could handle this. She attempted to take a deep breath; her lungs refused to obey. Come on...! She tried to swallow, to calm her nerves; her throat wouldn't have it. Again she tried to force the lump down; sharply, painfully, it listened. Alright.... She hesitated... then turned around. "It's nothing sir!" Nervously, she clasped her hands behind her back. "Nothing at all!"
There was one thing left that she could do. She raced through busy halls, forcing her way past people with mutters of 'excuse me' and hurried apologies as she stumbled over her own feet. "Shit." Shit shit shiiiit!! She stopped dead in her tracks-- Two bouncers waited at the hall entrance. She clenched her jaw. There was no other option. "Excuse me, sirs? There's a couple men stirring up trouble near the bar-- I think one of them might be hiding a gun." They looked at her-- she crossed her fingers hopefully behind her back. One nodded to acknowledge he heard her and broke into a slow jog. The other one hung back, as if debating whether or not to join his partner. Please go... Please go! Verainne prayed nervously. Then, as if listening to her silent advice, he did. Verainne waited a few seconds, then broke out into a run. The short hall seemed a mile long. But slowly, her last hope was nearing her site, drawing ever so nearer as she bounded through the corridor. Her self-manicured hand stretched, reaching for the doorknob to the manager's office-- "Excuse me, Ma'am? what are you doing?"
Verainne's heart jumped; her silver eyes widened. Shit!!! She froze. No, it was okay, she could handle this. She attempted to take a deep breath; her lungs refused to obey. Come on...! She tried to swallow, to calm her nerves; her throat wouldn't have it. Again she tried to force the lump down; sharply, painfully, it listened. Alright.... She hesitated... then turned around. "It's nothing sir!" Nervously, she clasped her hands behind her back. "Nothing at all!"