The Gray Home

A two story house overlooking West Raccoon Park. A sturdy brick house with black trim with a bow window looking into the dining room.

Sylvia's alarm bleats loudly to her right, the cherry red haired woman stirring from her nap. After a long day of moving things out from the University Dorms back into her dad's place, she needed the rest. She yawned, batting her long dark lashes, her left hand clad in a half fingered glove was brought to her plush pink lips. She stood up, adjusting her lacy underwear as she stood up. She was dressed for the most part, just needed to throw on her skirt, slip into her boots, adjust her hair a little and she should be well enough for the bar job.



Feeling her panties rid up a little, she let the elastic band snap against her hips with a snap. She looked over to her nearby mirror and smirked:



"Lookin' hot, as usual~" She rolled her eyes, her green eyes falling to her desk, where the packet of cigarillos next to a box containing her Harley Quin costume she planned to wear on Halloween in a month or so. The tight, black and red jumpsuit peaking out somewhat. She grabbed the pack, and her zippo before walking over to the open window, looking out into the park. The air was warm, and... silent for the most part. Not too weird considering the area she used to live was normally quiet, then there was that stupid football game which had half the town in attendance.



Good, I hope its not like last night... that Asian chick bashed that one bitch's head in just about! Right in the middle of Candy Skull too... ugh, what a pain... She rolls her eyes, flicking the igniter of her zippo, her face momentarily lit up in frame as she brought one of the cigarillos to her mouth. After inhaling, she sighs, a plume of smoke exiting her nostrils as she gazes across the park ahead of her.



Her dad was going to be gone for at least six months, on tour out in the UK. She couldn't remember what it was like the last time she was out there, but she wished her father luck. Glad to see the old man actually looking excited for once, like genuinely excited. Happy for him, and happy that I can move back in in the time he's away. Always good to have a place to yourself, and Girls Dorm wasn't cutting it any more. Thankfully it'll be summer break by the time he gets back! She smirked, blowing out another plume of smoke.



She continues to smoke for a few minutes, taking one last drag from the cigarillo before tossing the smoldering snub to the street below. Smoke still crawling from her lips and nostrils, she moves about her messy room to the dresser where her skirt hung limp off the corner. Her cheerleader abs flexed as she twisted her chest to the direction of her bathroom's mirror, slipping on the plaid and lace skirt up her sexy thighs, adjusting the belt and suspenders. She slipped on another glove, her boots, and other clothes before grabbing her purse. She was supposed to meet her bandmates soon in New Prague, Bar Black Jack/Bar Jack? She continued to forget the nomenclature for the bar, but it had a pinball machine and there was a small area to the side of it where they were going to set up and play. Nothing too serious, just a small gig to entertain the drunkards and keep the beer flowing. Who could say no to $500 and free beer for a five hour gig? It was mostly for the beer, to be honest. $500 between the four of them wasn't very much, but they could take what they could get. If the barman tries to chump us out, I'll go look for that girl from last night, ask her if she could bust his skull for us. She thought, chuckling. Not that she would. She may look like a scary goth punk, wanna be vampire, but she didn't have that much of a mean bone in her body, or so she liked to think.

She grabbed her guitar bag and slipped it around her shoulders; the strap catching between her smallish breasts, making them jiggle a bit without the bra being their to sturdy them. "Okay... should be ready to goo...wait wait wait-" She paused in her steps into the second floor hall, going back into her room, and grabbed her purse. She reached in, feeling around for it, and then shivered when she felt its cold, hard
length. She pulled up the .357 Double Derringer from her purse, and broke it open, checking the two chambers for the .38 Special ammunition loaded into it.



Okay... maybe a little of a mean bone. I mean, never killed anything but paper with this... hope I'll never have to use it. She thought, before snapping the barrel shut. She was somewhat familiar with firearms, having a father who played with Billy Idol and knew how to rock hard and party just as much helped a little. There was a picture of him shooting two AK's on a Soviet Tank somewhere in the house during the early 80s; a bunch of drunken communist officers doing the same with the band. She was surprised that her father was the same man in the photo these days, and hoped he was the man she knew now out touring and not this crazier, devil may care character he once was. She chuckled, letting the weapon drop back into the purse, shouldering the straps on her way out.

She took the front steps of her porch, noting the smoldering cigarillo near the first step to the street, and snuffed it out under her boot. She looked back to her lit up house with a grin, before turning to the streets for the long walk to Bar Jack.