Post by Mercy Rhodes on Jun 10, 2009 17:39:06 GMT -5
Things had gone a bit too far with her uncle. Yeah, that's right, the prick was still calling Mercy all the time and somehow Mercy had still been able to keep it from Tyler. But she really had to tell him as he creep of an uncle was really starting to scare her. He last said he was in town and really needed a place to stay and Mercy had a feeling it was because someone was after him, but she didn't know enough about him to be sure.
After hanging up on her uncle and on a pissed off and upset state of mind, Mercy dropped Jake off with his babysitter... A.K.A. Aiden. Then it was off to see Tyler at work. He had a gig at the local club that night.
She pulled up to the club parking lot in her flashy red sports car. It was a pretty damn hot car too. Brand-new as well with black leather interior. Jake had yet to destroy it.
You could hear the music out on the sidewalk outside the club, vibrating and thumping outside the club. It was dark now, but the night was young as Mercy stepped from her car. She was just about three months pregnant, but you couldn't tell she was pregnant ast all. The only evidence was a slight bump on her stomach, hidden by her shirt.
She was looking pretty hot though as she was wearing a nice, white sleeveless blouse and black leather pants. She had also grabbed her rather fitting black leather jacket before leaving the apartment since it was November and getting cold outside. Her long hair was down and wavy toward the bottom ends and her pants were tucked into knee high, black heeled boots.
She walked into the club without a problem and without needing to wait in line as she knew the bouncer. It was just when she went into the club that she had problems. It was quite an effort getting through the club and one that didn't go without incident. She got a "Hey baby, wanna dance?" from one guy to which she replied, "Not with you." Another guy asked for her number and she handed over not her own number, but Ima's.
She made her way to the bar where it was less crowded and she could wait for Ty without getting elbowed or anything, which wouldn't be good if it were in the stomach. She stood at the bar, just asking the bar tender for Dr. Pepper while she was waiting since she couldn't really have alcohol.
That was when some shit faced guy decided to come up with her and start flirting. She ignored him for a moment before she started to interact, obviously uninterested in him. She was acting quite bored, since she was and he didn't seem to get her hints about getting the hell away from her and the fact that she had a ring on her finger didn't seem to bother him. She tried her best to subtly ignore him, that is, until he smacked and grabbed her ass. That set her off.
She jumped, gasping slightly, a look crossing her face as she punched him square in the face, The bar tender coming over to see what was wrong and back her up if she needed it. Oh yeah, she knew the bar tender too. "Bastard," she said to the drunk guy, jutting out her jaw slightly, her hands on her hips. She didn't need to be pregnant and moody to get pissed off at that. Any woman would have.
After hanging up on her uncle and on a pissed off and upset state of mind, Mercy dropped Jake off with his babysitter... A.K.A. Aiden. Then it was off to see Tyler at work. He had a gig at the local club that night.
She pulled up to the club parking lot in her flashy red sports car. It was a pretty damn hot car too. Brand-new as well with black leather interior. Jake had yet to destroy it.
You could hear the music out on the sidewalk outside the club, vibrating and thumping outside the club. It was dark now, but the night was young as Mercy stepped from her car. She was just about three months pregnant, but you couldn't tell she was pregnant ast all. The only evidence was a slight bump on her stomach, hidden by her shirt.
She was looking pretty hot though as she was wearing a nice, white sleeveless blouse and black leather pants. She had also grabbed her rather fitting black leather jacket before leaving the apartment since it was November and getting cold outside. Her long hair was down and wavy toward the bottom ends and her pants were tucked into knee high, black heeled boots.
She walked into the club without a problem and without needing to wait in line as she knew the bouncer. It was just when she went into the club that she had problems. It was quite an effort getting through the club and one that didn't go without incident. She got a "Hey baby, wanna dance?" from one guy to which she replied, "Not with you." Another guy asked for her number and she handed over not her own number, but Ima's.
She made her way to the bar where it was less crowded and she could wait for Ty without getting elbowed or anything, which wouldn't be good if it were in the stomach. She stood at the bar, just asking the bar tender for Dr. Pepper while she was waiting since she couldn't really have alcohol.
That was when some shit faced guy decided to come up with her and start flirting. She ignored him for a moment before she started to interact, obviously uninterested in him. She was acting quite bored, since she was and he didn't seem to get her hints about getting the hell away from her and the fact that she had a ring on her finger didn't seem to bother him. She tried her best to subtly ignore him, that is, until he smacked and grabbed her ass. That set her off.
She jumped, gasping slightly, a look crossing her face as she punched him square in the face, The bar tender coming over to see what was wrong and back her up if she needed it. Oh yeah, she knew the bar tender too. "Bastard," she said to the drunk guy, jutting out her jaw slightly, her hands on her hips. She didn't need to be pregnant and moody to get pissed off at that. Any woman would have.
