Snippet #1963966

Tiffany felt like death warmed up. Her pink usually pristine hair was dishevelled and knotted. One side was in a pigtail but she had lost one of her hairties and the other side was hanging down over he face. She blew the loose hair out of her face and grimaced. Tiffany had a pretty face but right now it looked pretty awful. One eye was swollen and bruised with a nice purple sheen and she had a small sut on her lip with a trail of dried blood leading to her chin. Her simple, white blouse had a huge tear that exposed a small portion of her pink polka dot bra. Her cute, pink skirt seemed to be in reasonable condition if a bit crumpled. Her black, leather ankle-boots had vomit on them. She glanced down and sighed in relief when she noticed that her little, golden locket still hung around her neck. The previous night had been spent drinking at the local taven and now she had the biggest of hangovers. She groaned and tried to stand but two chains shackled around her wrists prevented her from getting up. Her stomach churned, her head pounded and her mouth tasted of vomit. I bet I look so attractive right now she thought sarcastically. Her eye was throbbing violently and she had a vague recollection of being punched. Suddenly it all came rushing back, the man who had tried grabbing her ass and how she had hit him over the head with a bottle. The whole pub had erupted into brutal pandemonium. At first it was fun, but then the guards had come, taken her stuff, clapped her in cuffs and sent her packing to prison where she had promptly passed out.
Hopefully I won't have to stay too long... A movement in the darkness opposite her caught Tiffany's attention. As her eyes adjusted to the light it revealed a cute, little girl about the age of twelve. Her vision was still fuzzy and she failed to make out the horns jutting out of the sides of her head.
"What the hell is a kid like you doing here?" she grumbled. She usually started a conversation politely and sweetly and then when the other person's guard was lowered she'd turn into a rude, little bitch. Today however, she wasn't in any mood to be polite.