byAquamira
• Elvira •Some people call me Elf, some call me Elvira. I don't really care, because i'm distracted by the perfect view that would make a perfect picture. People call me stupid, an airhead. Honestly? I'm just not interested in their conversations.
People call me childlike, talking people half to death, making pictures of everything I see.
Honestly?I escape behind my camera so people don't notice the pain I felt when my parents abandoned me in a hell hole. But that's a story for another time. Right now, i'm once again distracted. But this time by the hot guy that just served me beer at a bar in the Nevada dessert.•
Whiskey •My bar is my home, the club is my family. I've never wanted more than this. I'm content. I try to tell myself that I don't envy my brothers for finding their other halves. I have enough woman to fill all my needs, but they are empty fucks. The bar is my home and it might turn out to be the place were I find the missing piece i've been looking for.*
This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes***I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**
