Post by Anya Taylor on Mar 12, 2013 14:30:11 GMT -5
Anya was sitting down at the desk in her office inside of the club she owned. She was staring down at the papers in front of her eyes and the ink was beginning to blur. She really did not want to do boring paper work. She loved her business, she loved every aspect of it but she was not in the mood. She didn't want to deal with the figures at the moment. She had to, but she didn't want to. She knew that the business was just starting out but she was sure that people would come here. Everyone liked a new club. Sure, there would be some people who would stay loyal to the one they went too but everyone was curious about new things when they popped up. She could already hear people filing in downstairs to come and dance the night away so she was not worried about people coming. She was a little exciting really. She kind of wanted to go downstairs and see but she had so much paperwork sitting on her desk...She looked down at it, her eyes bored and uninterested in it all.
Her office was on the top floor of her club. She could hear everything that was going on under her feet, it was almost too tempting to not go down there. She stood and began to pace a little bit. She didn't have to do the paper work just now did she? Was it entirely neccesary? Wouldn't it be better to just see her club in action? As always was dressed to impress so it wasn't like she would stick out. Not anymore than usual really. She smirked a little and ran her hand through her long dark hair that was always out.
She was wearing a beautiful black dress, a simple one but one that hugged all the right places on her body. It had thin spaghetti straps and a heart shaped neck line. It was ruched in the middle and down the sides of it. It came just to mid thigh, which was how she liked her dresses and she had high heels on. She thought that she looked great, but then again, when didn't she think she looked great? The answer to that was never. Anya was conceited but she always felt like she had a reason for that. She had never been told otherwise so she wasn't worried about it.
Still her good looks weren't answering the question of whether or not she should just stay up here and do her work, or go downstairs and experience some of the fruits of her own labor. She cocked her head from side to side and then just shook it. That was it. The paper work could wait until the next day. Perhaps it could wait until she felt more satiated. She didn't feel like sitting down, she felt restless and that was the problem. She needed to go downstairs and let lose in the club for a little bit. That was all, so that was what she was going to do.
She turned off the light to her office and headed down the back stairs. She didn't want everyone to know she was the owner of the club. She just wanted to blend in with everyone else and that would make it easier for her. She headed down the stairs quickly, her heels hitting them hard before she walked over to the back door to the club, shook her hair a little bit and then walked right in. The music was flowing and Anya felt it hit her and go through her happily. This was so much better than looking over pages of accounting. She loved doing that when she was in the mood for it, but she wasn't right now. Right now she just wanted to feel alive. So that was what she was going to do. She was going to find something to do to make her feel alive, or someone.
Perhaps she would dance a little first though. The music was calling her. She was happy to dance a little. She didn't do it very often but she figured why not. It didn't seem like a bad idea. She went to the middle of the crowd and made it clear to anyone who asked that she was simply dancing with herself. She moved with the music, shaking her hips and her head and running her hands through her hair. She was losing herself in the music which was something that she hadn't done in so long. She wanted to lose herself in the music, she wanted to let go and just dance.
It was nice, perhaps someone would come along and try and dance with her and perhaps she would let them. She wasn't sure, but she was ready for a fun night.
Words: 810
Muse: Good
Notes: Hope this is good
Her office was on the top floor of her club. She could hear everything that was going on under her feet, it was almost too tempting to not go down there. She stood and began to pace a little bit. She didn't have to do the paper work just now did she? Was it entirely neccesary? Wouldn't it be better to just see her club in action? As always was dressed to impress so it wasn't like she would stick out. Not anymore than usual really. She smirked a little and ran her hand through her long dark hair that was always out.
She was wearing a beautiful black dress, a simple one but one that hugged all the right places on her body. It had thin spaghetti straps and a heart shaped neck line. It was ruched in the middle and down the sides of it. It came just to mid thigh, which was how she liked her dresses and she had high heels on. She thought that she looked great, but then again, when didn't she think she looked great? The answer to that was never. Anya was conceited but she always felt like she had a reason for that. She had never been told otherwise so she wasn't worried about it.
Still her good looks weren't answering the question of whether or not she should just stay up here and do her work, or go downstairs and experience some of the fruits of her own labor. She cocked her head from side to side and then just shook it. That was it. The paper work could wait until the next day. Perhaps it could wait until she felt more satiated. She didn't feel like sitting down, she felt restless and that was the problem. She needed to go downstairs and let lose in the club for a little bit. That was all, so that was what she was going to do.
She turned off the light to her office and headed down the back stairs. She didn't want everyone to know she was the owner of the club. She just wanted to blend in with everyone else and that would make it easier for her. She headed down the stairs quickly, her heels hitting them hard before she walked over to the back door to the club, shook her hair a little bit and then walked right in. The music was flowing and Anya felt it hit her and go through her happily. This was so much better than looking over pages of accounting. She loved doing that when she was in the mood for it, but she wasn't right now. Right now she just wanted to feel alive. So that was what she was going to do. She was going to find something to do to make her feel alive, or someone.
Perhaps she would dance a little first though. The music was calling her. She was happy to dance a little. She didn't do it very often but she figured why not. It didn't seem like a bad idea. She went to the middle of the crowd and made it clear to anyone who asked that she was simply dancing with herself. She moved with the music, shaking her hips and her head and running her hands through her hair. She was losing herself in the music which was something that she hadn't done in so long. She wanted to lose herself in the music, she wanted to let go and just dance.
It was nice, perhaps someone would come along and try and dance with her and perhaps she would let them. She wasn't sure, but she was ready for a fun night.
Words: 810
Muse: Good
Notes: Hope this is good
