Taming A Wild Beast  (TamaRose and Sixties Throwback)
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				Title: <strong>Taming A Wild Beast  (TamaRose and Sixties Throwback)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 02:20:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/1/10/Wpb-puh88n.jpg/1024px-Wpb-puh88n.jpg)</div><br><br>When Celestia had started her trip from her home in Pennsylvania the snow had been light, beautiful, and serene. Yet, the closer she got to New York the heavier it got and the worse it was at&nbsp; seeing the road in front of her. It seemed that this was beginning to turn out to be a very not so nice Christmas Holiday getaway.<br><br>Celestia had planned this trip months ago. She and her friend April were suppose to make it together and go see Rockefeller Center while taking in some musicals and operas on Broadway. They had even planned on going to several museums and visiting Time Square but when April's boyfriend came down with the sniffles and couldn't make it alone without her, she found herself making the trip to New York all alone.<br><br>Hell, she couldn't believe it. April stayed home because her boyfriend was a complete wuss. Dumb jerk. She should have dumped him by now because he was a worthless good for nothing jerk but then again it wasn't her decision.....and even through it all she still loved her friend. No matter how pissed off she was with her at this very moment.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Hearing the local station come across with the weather, Celestia turned up the radio and kept her ears wide open to hear what they were saying while keeping her bright green eyes on the road ahead to she wouldn't wreck. Hearing the weatherman say that there would be at least three feet of snow blanketing most of New York by tomorrow morning, she grimaced in annoyance, seeing as this was the very last thing she wanted to hear.<br><br>Getting tired from driving in this shit for almost three hours straight, she decided on stopping at the next place she saw, no matter how dangerous or seedy it looked. She was tired, thirsty, hungry, and her bladder was beyond pushing it's limits. So, when she saw a glimmer of light through the white snow, she turned off into the parking lot of an old run down bar. <br><br>Sighing, as she turned the car off, she grabbed her purse and climbed out of the car to go inside to use the bathroom and then ask if they had something like coffee that would warm her cold bones while she sat and rested for a little while. <br><br>Opening the old door to the bar, Celestia stepped inside, letting the door behind her creak shut with a bang. Wincing at the loud noise as it echoed through out the room, she looked around the room in hopes of upsetting anyone she didn't know. When no one said anything to her other then for getting few odd glances from a strange man sitting at the bar and the guy behind it, she sighed, shaking herself off before glancing around the room in search of a restroom.<br><br>When she located the small door with the woman etched on the door itself out of the corner of her eye, she practically ran to the room, slamming the door shut and locking it tight before hiking up her coat and shirt after pushing down her jeans and panties and sitting on the toilet. Quickly, relieving herself of the warm liquid that shot out of her clit, she let out a sigh of relief as the pain in her bladder began to go away. After what seemed like five minutes of pissing in the porcelain bowl, she wiped herself clean and rearranged her clothes before washing her hands and QUIETLY walking out of the bathroom. <br><br>Approaching the bar cautiously, since both men looked like they were not the friendliest of people in the world, she asked the old man if there was something hot to drink to warm herself up before going back out into the cold. When he only gave her a nod and a grunt before handing her something looking like coffee, she gave him an odd look before throwing a few ones on the bar and finding herself a seat in the corner of the room. Yes, this definitely was not how she had planned her Christmas vacation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming A Wild Beast  (TamaRose and Sixties Throwback)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sixties Throwback</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 01:22:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.virginmedia.com/images/wolverine2013-590.jpg)</div><br>Logan stamped out a half smoked cigar that he had dropped into the snow at his feet. Pulling his black leather jacket closer to his neck, he blew the last puff of smoke out. The moon shone high above him, and the air was cold, swirling around him, sending a chill down his adamantium spine. Even the strongest can feel the cold. He walked sullenly onto his Harley, throwing his leg over the seat and sat tall, letting the wind blow through his hair. With a kick to the starter, he as off, powering down the wooded dirt track, away from the cabin that had been his home for the past 3 months.<br><br>The headlamp from the bike, shone brightly in the darkness, lighting up the road ahead of him, as it went from a dirt track to a four lane highway, and then it's effect began to be negated by the light of the small town, the nearest to his shack. It had a main strip, with bars, local government buildings, convince stores and a garage, street lights and bright neon lit up the sky around the town, obscuring the stars in all there natural beauty. With a grunt, he steered the bike into the lot next to the grimiest bar and levered him self off the bike. <br><br>Logan slammed the door open and walked toward the bar, pounding his hand down on the bar and giving the barman a harsh stare. He was now considered a "regular" and the barman didn't even bat an eyelid as he reached behind himself and took a glass, pouring a strong bourbon into it. He grunted again as it was placed in-front of him. Looking up, he noticed a little brunette thing sitting at the end of the bar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming A Wild Beast  (TamaRose and Sixties Throwback)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 01:57:53</strong>
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				Oblivious to the man who had just walked in, Celestia continued to stare at her black cup of coffee, debating on whether or not she should drink the tar like substance. Figuring it would be safer to just ask for a shot of whiskey to warm her cold bones then to take any chances with what was in her cup she threw another five down, asking for a shot of their strongest. <strong>"Give me a shot of your best whiskey....and don't give me any of that cheap shit either. It's cold out there and I still have an hours drive to go." </strong>With an arched eyebrow, the old man just gave her a look before nodding and doing as he was asked. The last thing he needed was to hear any shit from some woman he had just met. It was bad enough he to put up with his wife back at home. He didn't need to hear it from any of his female customers as well.<br><br>Waiting until the bartender finished pouring the shot, Celestia reached for the glass and knocked it back before shivering all over. With her body starting to warm up from the heat of the whiskey she figured it was time to get the hell out of there before drinking anymore and cutting her driving time short because she was to inebriated to drive. <strong>"Thanks hon and try not to get caught in the snow storm on the way home. We are suppose to get at least 2-3 by morning."</strong> <br><br>Getting up from the bar stool, Celestia pulled her coat and scarf up around her neck, adjusting herself before going back out into the blizzard to get cold.
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