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[oom] Bad Mojo
May. 11th, 2009 02:55 pmIt's late. Must be three in the morning, by her estimation. And she can't sleep.
She wants to go running. Which is stupid. Those woods aren't safe after sundown. She settles for working the heavy bag for awhile. She pounds the shit out of it, until sweat is streaming off her body. Even that doesn't tire her out.
She knows where this is going. She can tell already. She doesn't even really care to fight it this time. All she knows is that she wants to see him again. (Wants to tangle with that insane energy. Wants to play with the fire.)
She makes her way down to the Bar and sure enough, he's holding court in a corner.
She's in a black wife beater and yoga pants, hair swept up off her neck, eyes wild. All she does is look at him.
And then she leaves again.
Either he'll follow or he won't.
She wants to go running. Which is stupid. Those woods aren't safe after sundown. She settles for working the heavy bag for awhile. She pounds the shit out of it, until sweat is streaming off her body. Even that doesn't tire her out.
She knows where this is going. She can tell already. She doesn't even really care to fight it this time. All she knows is that she wants to see him again. (Wants to tangle with that insane energy. Wants to play with the fire.)
She makes her way down to the Bar and sure enough, he's holding court in a corner.
She's in a black wife beater and yoga pants, hair swept up off her neck, eyes wild. All she does is look at him.
And then she leaves again.
Either he'll follow or he won't.
