Your character is celebrating St. Patrick’s Day at a bar. Write about why they are there and what they are feeling. Do they feel lucky or sucky?
Misty breathed in the chilling air. Gusts of wind toyed with her wavy hair as she walked along the city streets. Swinging by her side was her woolen bag, filled with crumpled dollars and a multitude of headbands and rings. Her long white dress swayed behind her. She paused outside of a window of a local pub. She bit her lip for a moment, deciding whether or not she wanted to go in. It was St. Patricks day. She quickly rummaged through her bag for a green headband, replacing her flowery one with a light green band with a single shamrock on it. “Hopefully thats festive enough.” she whispered to herself. She walked inside.
The pub was full of drunken men. They played pool and most gave Misty a curious glance as she pranced by. Taking an empty seat at the bar, Misty ordered a shot of tequila. Little known to anyone, Misty was hardly a lightweight when it came to alcohol. She could drink for days before getting smashed. Her tolerance had built up after making her own moonshine back at her shack in the swamp. She had to get by some how. Misty snapped back into reality when the bartender handed her her shot glass, smirking at her, expecting her to be timid and easily persuaded. Misty downed her shot and asked for another. Suddenly a tall burly man sat down beside her, wrapping his arm around her. “Now whats a ye lass like you doin’ round here? Someone ought to just snatch you up.” Mistys face turned into a scowl. She downed her shot and frowned at the man. “Sorry to be unpleasant, but I’d rather not speak with the likes of you.” The mans grip on her tightened, and Misty became angry. With a flick of her wrist the man fell to the floor. Leaving a few dollars on the bar Misty walked out. All the men stared at her as she left. Man, she wished Cordelia was here. Maybe she could have a nice night for once.
