Post by alexandrea on Jun 4, 2009 22:58:28 GMT -5
L O V E M E B A B Y& I W I L L L O V E Y O U B A C K
JUST LIKE WE ALWAYS USED TO BACK IN THE OLD DAYS
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Hospitality ran both ways in most cases, in some of them, the person needing the place would take almost any place they had. The one offering it - usually should be hesitant. Course, this instance, it didn't matter much since it was a bed and also concerning a dog that thought he was a tea cup poodle, in real life, he was a huge, ridiculously-sized Landseer Newfoundland who probably weighed just as much as she did. Thank God she upgraded to the queen-size for herself and the three dogs that called the other half of the bed their place to sleep. A light groan escaped the blonde's lips as she peered out from under her comforter to see the white and black Newfoundland, panting lightly, and nudged a tan, black and white smaller dog named Allie, a voice came from the sheets as the 21-year-old emerged, "Now now, Marty, be nice to Allie, she'll nip your heels off."
Thankful, she dashed to it, sliding on her hard-wood floor. Giggling as she did, she picked up the 800-word story, sighed softly and turned to the dogs, before scrambling to get up and get dressed. Pulling on a white and black top with thin straps, and a pair of dark jeans, she tossed her long hair about, muttering about cutting it later on. Finishing off the outfit with some heels, she grinned lightly, before shifting her pace. Bouncing along as she slid on her other shoe, she yelped and fell onto her bed, laughing. Allie sauntered in happily, bright brown eyes watching her owner silently, and barked once, as if summoning Marty and Juggler up here. Marty bounded in as she stood, shaking her head, "Oh no you two, don't you dare tackle me."[/color] she grinned happily, and grabbed onto her story, putting it into a folder right now, so it wouldn't get crinkled at all on the way to her job and give to her boss. Shaking her head, drying her hair slightly, she patted her dogs, "See you three later on."[/color]
Heading out to her garage, she unlocked her Mercedes Benz doors and slid in, setting her folder down and her purse on top of it in her passenger seat. Opening the door, she backed out onto her driveway, glanced back to make sure the garage door had closed, before she pulled out onto the street. The moderately nice thing about getting up somewhat early, was missing the crowd of teenagers and such. Granted she was still young, twenty-one to be exact, but she wasn't a "teenager" anymore, and hadn't been one for at least two years now. Unfortunately, with this came the dating scene, going to bars - not like the 19-year-olds didn't do that anyway, but her parents kept expecting her to come home with a boyfriend. Well, her mom anyway and her dad when she saw him on holidays once in awhile too. But the whole relationship things had never seemed to work out with her. She blamed her job, but the last serious relationship had ended when she found out he was cheating on her. Maybe it was just because of bad luck. Yes, that sounded good.
But as she pulled out onto another street towards the newspaper building, her doubt gnawed at her stomach like a rabid animal. She hoped it was bad luck, course it probably didn't help her case at all, sleeping with Jackson Rosenburg once in awhile - he was such a playboy. Maybe she should do a story on him, instead of the tourist season and the effect it had on the bands differing from when there were hardly tourists here, like during the late fall, winter and early spring. Biting her pink bottom lip, the blonde parked in the parking garage for her spot, and scrambled inside to where the place was alive - as usual. Bright-eyed, she beamed happily, and rushed to the editor-in-cheif's office, who just happened to be her ex's uncle - thankfully though, he liked her still, mainly because his nephew, her ex was cuaght cheating on her, he was a 40-something-year-old man, named Jerry Buckheimer or something like that, but everyone just call him Jerry. She rapped on the glass door, "Boss?"[/color] Or Boss, either way, she wanted to give him her story for tomorrow's paper, "Yes, what is it Ashford?" She tossed it on his desk, a day early as usual, "Here's my story on the effects tourists have on band members. Interviews from a groupie, security, a roadie and a few members themselves."[/color]
Jerry glanced over it, sitting down casually, and shook his head, "Ashford, we do this all the time, perhaps maybe turning a paper in when it's actually due, not the day before when it's your day off?" The blonde shrugged, "C'mon, Boss, just take it, please? I'm looking for my next story today."[/color] He sighed, "Fine, you're one of the better ones here for Features and such anyway." Grinning coyly to herself, Alexandrea waved, "See ya tomorrow Boss!"[/color] she grabbed her recorder and wire from her desk before heading out and into the streets, leaving her car there for now. Checking the time, it was already almost lunch time. Heading to the Bustling Restaurant, she managed to get a booth for herself before the lunch line started. Gladly sitting down, she had a nice view to see who walked in, though they couldn't really see her that well. Pulling her notepad out of her purse, she drummed on there as she ordered a salad, a green tea and some pasta, treating herself today. What could she write about? Maybe the upcoming concerts, that would be good. She started jotting ideas, just as she sensed someone looking over her shoulder...[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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