|
Post by Jewel on Feb 18, 2005 16:42:05 GMT -5
"Yup - that would be my salon! Ready to go, pardner?"
Tobe looked at the pink mare, thinking, Pardner? I guess that's, like, close to Port-O-Bella... Tobe wondered again why they were going to this alleged Salon, but she was too go-with-the-flow to really even be bothered by it.
The white mare rose from the booth, slinging her hemp bag over her shoulder. With a sharp downward jerk of her head, the violet glasses she had pushed onto her head fell into place over her nose. She gave a half-closed eyed smile and blinked, "Uh.. ok."
|
|
|
Post by WingSong on Feb 18, 2005 19:15:38 GMT -5
"Great!"
((Continued at the Salon))
|
|
|
Post by Jewel on Feb 18, 2005 21:33:06 GMT -5
((cont there))
|
|