 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Aretha, hands shoved in her legging's pockets, strolled casually towards the back alley. Her hair was let down so that whatever breeze blew, it caused the hair to either ripple or sway. Of course, this depended on the velocity of the breeze. Her hand lightly nudged the gold coin which had been hastily stuffed in one pf the pockets.
Retha could already see figures ahead of her and knew she had arrived here at the Back Alley at the right time. "Hi,'' she greeted softly. This girl was very much prepared for whatever it took to get this plan in action as soon as possible! |