Up to No Good (OPEN)

[Peyton Michaels]

It had been a rough day for Peyton. Before Daniel left for his one week business trip, he had been going on a rampage, yelling at her about pretty much everything. About the way her hair made her look like a slut, that she never woke up early in the morning and did something useful, that the house was a mess even though he always used to tell her that the cleaning was up to the maid to take care of. So pretty much any other day, but today Peyton had been having trouble just accepting it, which was why she was now sporting a pretty bruise on her left cheekbone. So when night came around, she put on her favorite pair of ripped jeans and a loose tank top that now and then showed up her black lace bra she wore underneath. She didn't care if anyone saw it, she actually would prefer if people did. The goal with the evening wasn't to go home alone after all, she wanted to get back at what David had done to her, like she did every time he was away. But she of course wouldn't let him now it.

She walked into Lake Pub, she had been coming here since the last month or so, calling herself Angel instead of Peyton. She didn't like the idea of people knowing her real identity. She walked confidently over to the bar and sat down in one of the high bar stools. The pub was half full, mostly young teenagers that was out for a night of underage drinking kind of fun, but there was a couple of guys in her own age playing pool a few steps away from the bar. One of the looked... Interesting. She watched him for a while until she heard the bartender move in closer. "A beer, thanks, sweety." Peyton, or Angel, said with a charming smile to the man behind the bar.