SDL gen 3c

While she drank, they talked more.  He wasn't entirely wrong.  She still didn't know who he was, or what his name was.  He was not her type, but in a way, it made the decision easier.  She tossed back the rest of her drink. Jasmine: â€œAlright. Let's go.” Rowan: â€œYep.”Read More →

Rowan: â€œSo?  What are you in the mood for?” Jasmine: â€œHonestly? I don't know. I don't even know why I'm here.” Rowan: â€œWell that's bullshit. This place is sleazy as all get out… I mean, I should know, it's kinda my turf.  Girls like you aren't it's target market, and when they do come by, there's always a reason.” Jasmine: â€œ'Girls like me?'” Rowan: â€œI'm not in the mood for games either, Princess. You know what I'm sayin'.”Read More →

He didn't even look familiar to her, even though they met before, a very long time ago. All she saw was a creep who was probably about to hit on her, so her defenses went up.  Jasmine: â€œGo away.” Rowan: â€œWell, that's not nice. I was just saying hello.” Jasmine: â€œLook, I'm not in the mood for this crap tonight.”  Read More →

The night club was mostly empty. That was fine. Jasmine went to get a drink… and a few more… and then headed to the dance  floor.  “And how are we this evening?”Read More →