<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/2a6tac2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivienne Beaux (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381786#msg12381786)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> New Orleans, Louisiana | August 2017 | 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Mild Language<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Shit"</strong><br/><br/>Last minute stuff in the morning seemed to always get in the way of her normal workday. She rushed, running through her tight downtown apartment, rummaging through piles of clothes - some of which she couldn't tell were dirty or not. A simple pair of jeans, button up shirt, and black ankle boots was that days outfit. It was casual, but conservative. There wasn't much room to pretty up her face or even take a few bites to eat.<br/><br/>The young woman rushed out her apartment, grabbing her keys and cellphone on the way out. It was a hot day, but nothing Vivienne wasn't used to. Born in raised in the sinful city of New Orleans, she was accustomed and ready for such things. <br/><br/>Her car was only an elevator ride away, the old Toyota - which was a very loyal car - waited for her in a covered parking garage, courtesy of spending one thousand dollars a month on rent. The inside of the car was muggy, over heated, but she didn't have time to really prep and get it cool before she turned on the engine and left the building.<br/><br/>There was fumbling with her radio, skipping station after station until she landed on something she could tolerate. The drive was tolerable, once the AC kicked in at full blast. She drove for minutes before she revved up onto the freeway. The drive to her work was only thirty minutes away, but it seemed like it would be forever before she got there. <br/><br/><em>'I'll never beat u<br/>I'll never lie<br/>And if you're evil I'll forgive u by and by<br/><br/>U - I would die 4 u, yeah<br/>Darling if u want me 2<br/>U - I would die 4 u'</em><br/><br/>Vivienne sang along to Prince, going about her day without noticing her car making strange noises during the drive. It started to heave, stutter, then stop abruptly.  <strong>"Fuckin..."</strong> Turning her hazard lights on, she pulled over the side, away from traffic. The car was kept on, thankfully giving her the air she needed to make a call.<br/><br/>"Bayou Tow, how can I help you?"<br/><br/><strong>"Uh yeah...My car stopped on the highway going towards.."</strong><br/><br/>The conversation lasted longer than the young woman wanted or anticipated. The tow company took almost an hour to show in the blazing hot Louisiana heat. Irritated, tired, and hungry - she got into the truck and rode with them to a tow yard. Vivienne was the first to get out of the car, rushing towards the building, keeping eyes towards the ground. She needed to do whatever she could to get her car fixed - calling out of work wasn't on her agenda.<br/><br/><strong>"Watch it.."</strong> rudely she spoke, not realizing it was her fault she ran into him, side arming in the process.<br/><br/><strong>"Crap, sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."</strong></div>