Snippet #12864

Chloe chuckled at Alisa’s advice, knowing well she was a source of backup no matter what went down. She was about to respond when she noticed a male figure step in and want to speak with the owner. It took her a second, because her Father had always spoken up in those instances but it was all her tonight. She knew well before he asked, that he wanted to inquire about the fighting part of the business. For him to be so secretive about was quite humorous considering the whole town spoke of the lounge outright as a “fight club.”

With a slight tilt of her head,brushing her silky blonde tresses behind her shoulder she spoke in that soft timid tone she just couldn’t seem to overcome. “My Father is the owner but he is unable to be here tonight…if you wish to fight you are welcome to. We will be fixing up the roster later once the rest of the fighters are here….basically the people who have been here longer get first pick on who they fight” As she spoke her tone became more solid and even confident, enough to where she slid off the barstool, smoothing down her yellow sundress as her tattered boots made impact against the hard wooden floor beneath them.

She extended her delicate hand as her rosey lips curved into a soft smile “I’m Chloe….Chloe Taylor. You want anything to drink while you wait?” Her blue eyes shimmered just a bit as she spoke, mostly with pride. She was normally too nervous to speak to any of the fighters especially the more handsome male ones….but here she was almost sounding like her Father.