Lying was a aquired skilled that took heart and quick thinking, one that had been easy for few people to learn, but this one had mastered it with curved advantages.<br/><br/>"No. I don't need a guard at my side. Uhh.. yes. No.. the alram is set. No, I promise Iam very safe at home, father. Good night."<br/><br/>There was a partial smile as a dainty finger slid the screen of the phone, making it darken before tossing it back into a purse. The silence of the car stirred no emotion as the reflection of a blue eyed female set in the driver seat. She was sure why of all places she had come to this dead end bar, but there was a unexplainable pull that now had her sitting inits parking lot.<br/><br/>"I must have lost my mind being here."<br/><br/>This wasn't in the least her normal scene, and to make it worse, if her father knew she didn't stay in at nights like promised he was sure to have a stroke. All those long years of captivity had completely made her rebellous as such was clear as she stepped out of her car. The wind blew strands of  coal black that dripped with tips of red, the most obsence thing here was the leather gloves that came from the purse. Slipping one hand into a glove at a time as her strides carried her to the front door of the shit hole in front of her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> I must be insane for coming here. Look the sign is barely hung by its bolts.</span><br/><br/>Her only hope was that the sign didn't fall and crush her as she entered into dim lighted confine. With fully pursed lips she let the door close behind her. With a less then amused look to the  music box there. Dismissing it those blue hues gazed to half of the patron while ignoring the rest.  With a whim she sauntered over to the bar were she greeted the man behind it and got a beer in response. The words barely heard except for by the man there who walked away to tend his duties. Without further interruption she took the seat to her left were her clad jean thighs crossed one another while she leaned her elbows into the edge of the bar.<br/><br/>There was too many voices, too many emotions surrounding this establishment. Those eyes blazed in the little lightsthat surrounded the back of the bar, she was stiff sitting there seemingly looking for something that was of interest, or worse she die from the most boring place on the planet. Those eyes skimmed the bar from the rim of her beer while she sat on the stool, it was becoming harder to find a place that could show a woman a good time. This place certainly wasn't it.