zydrate
Sweet Zydrate
- Joined
- Mar 10, 2010
- Posts
- 25,184
(closed to saedo)
*********************
Name: Tamara Larson
Age: 24
Hair/Eyes: Fiery Red/Deep Green
Occupation: Corporate Secretary
Tamara bit the bottom of her lip as she looked at the lady behind the counter, "Are you sure there are no other flights available?" This couldn't be happening. First the weather in California stunk, then the hotel didn't have her name on the list--now this! What else could go wrong? She was just suppose to be here for a convention and then head back to Wyoming in the next evening. Simple was all it was suppose to be.
"I'm sorry ma'am, there are no available flights until tomorrow evening." The lady behind the counter told her for the umpteeth time.
With a deep sight, Tamara just nodded and and made plans to fly out tomorrow night. She grabbed her carry on and left the counter. She needed a drink really bad.
This was the first time Tamara had been sent away because of work. And she was sort of hoping it was the last time if everything went this way each time.
Finding herself at one of the small bars, Tamara entered and took a seat at the bar. She just needed something to get her relaxed before she headed back to the hotel for another night away from home.
Not that it actually mattered being away from home. She only had her cat to look after and her neighbor had that taken care of. No one else at home waiting for her. No one to call home and tell them, 'Hey, I'm going to be late, my flight's been delayed." Nope. Oh well, this was why she needed a drink really bad.
"One martini please." She told the bartender as he went to mix her drink.
*********************
Name: Tamara Larson
Age: 24
Hair/Eyes: Fiery Red/Deep Green
Occupation: Corporate Secretary
Tamara bit the bottom of her lip as she looked at the lady behind the counter, "Are you sure there are no other flights available?" This couldn't be happening. First the weather in California stunk, then the hotel didn't have her name on the list--now this! What else could go wrong? She was just suppose to be here for a convention and then head back to Wyoming in the next evening. Simple was all it was suppose to be.
"I'm sorry ma'am, there are no available flights until tomorrow evening." The lady behind the counter told her for the umpteeth time.
With a deep sight, Tamara just nodded and and made plans to fly out tomorrow night. She grabbed her carry on and left the counter. She needed a drink really bad.
This was the first time Tamara had been sent away because of work. And she was sort of hoping it was the last time if everything went this way each time.
Finding herself at one of the small bars, Tamara entered and took a seat at the bar. She just needed something to get her relaxed before she headed back to the hotel for another night away from home.
Not that it actually mattered being away from home. She only had her cat to look after and her neighbor had that taken care of. No one else at home waiting for her. No one to call home and tell them, 'Hey, I'm going to be late, my flight's been delayed." Nope. Oh well, this was why she needed a drink really bad.
"One martini please." She told the bartender as he went to mix her drink.
Last edited:
