Post by Veronica Wilcox on Jan 22, 2007 16:48:41 GMT -5
Veronica was sitting by the bar, an expression of utter boredom slapped across her slightly pale face. Lights from the club illuminated here body, giving the illusion that she was glowing, or at least something along those lines.
Taking a sip from her Cosmo, her eyes scanned the place, wondering if anyone here were students of hers. She actually had recognized a few girls from her afternoon class, but they had failed to recognize her, mistaking the young teacher for someone around their age.
It was expected, she didn't really WANT anyone to recognize her. Tonight, she was here to spend her off night letting loose a bit, but not too much. Veronica looked completely different from the uptight, strict, algebra teacher she was in the classroom; with her hair tied tight in a bun at the nape of her neck, and the various womens suits she wore that were indeed business like.
No, right now she was completely different. Her long dark hair cascaded down her shoulders in a fit of waves, and the attire she wore was simple, but showed off a bit of her curves. Tonight she wasn't the teacher, tonight she was the twenty-two year old woman, looking for a good time.
Taking a sip from her Cosmo, her eyes scanned the place, wondering if anyone here were students of hers. She actually had recognized a few girls from her afternoon class, but they had failed to recognize her, mistaking the young teacher for someone around their age.
It was expected, she didn't really WANT anyone to recognize her. Tonight, she was here to spend her off night letting loose a bit, but not too much. Veronica looked completely different from the uptight, strict, algebra teacher she was in the classroom; with her hair tied tight in a bun at the nape of her neck, and the various womens suits she wore that were indeed business like.
No, right now she was completely different. Her long dark hair cascaded down her shoulders in a fit of waves, and the attire she wore was simple, but showed off a bit of her curves. Tonight she wasn't the teacher, tonight she was the twenty-two year old woman, looking for a good time.
