Post by Lana Kane on Sept 7, 2014 16:37:19 GMT
Lana got out of the car, and shut the door before looking at the driver in the front. The Taxi had taken her over 100 miles. "You sure I can't pay you anything?" She asked, sending another cocktail of emotions his way. He blushed and shook his head, 'I'm just glad I could help.' Lana smiled, gave him a wink and then turned to walk away while he watched her. Sending him one last cocktail of what she wanted, he turned and drove away. Men. There were so easy.
Walking down the street some--mostly to make her harder to find because once the emotions faded he was going to be pissed--she entered into a local bar, planning to blend in and hide out until she could find another ride the rest of the way. Lana didn't drive.
The only bartender was a girl, which sucked because girls were harder to get free drinks from. Still she had some cash, so she wasn't worried. Walking to the bar she climbed up on the stool and waved the girl down. "Daiquiri. I don't care the flavor."
