Post by age on Dec 4, 2012 17:28:49 GMT -5
The staff at the hospital instantly recognized her. Little Angela, the fighter. She arrived at the E.R. with another broken finger. She only thanked the rock gods that it was her pinky, the right one, the one she didn't need. She picked a spot among the ailing and broken and crossed her legs like a perfect lady.
She'd gotten into another fight. She looked down at her bloody finger and lifted her hand to examine it. The other guy had started swinging a bottle at her and had hit her hand, bruising it and breaking the pinky, leaving it rather bloody. She just needed someone to patch it up and charge her a huge sum of money for the five minute procedure. She was sure she had some bruising on her face as well, but she could cover that with makeup.
That was the last time she was allowed in that bar. She sighed again and lowered her hand.
She'd gotten into another fight. She looked down at her bloody finger and lifted her hand to examine it. The other guy had started swinging a bottle at her and had hit her hand, bruising it and breaking the pinky, leaving it rather bloody. She just needed someone to patch it up and charge her a huge sum of money for the five minute procedure. She was sure she had some bruising on her face as well, but she could cover that with makeup.
That was the last time she was allowed in that bar. She sighed again and lowered her hand.