medusa is looking for her superman

Millie swore that it was the third time in the last hour she had gotten lost, but she didn't really care. She liked getting lost; it brought her to places that were otherwise be off limits to someone her age.

Take this... strip club for example.

The brunette stared at the scene in front of her, with the older men watching the show, and the bright lights, and the stripper poles, but she felt nothing wrong. In fact, she felt slightly turned on, but there was no way in hell she was going to admit that.

Ashleen pouted near the bar, not that anyone could tell thats what she was doing, her eyes and expression blank as she looked around at her surroundings without actually seeing them.

Trouble. She was here to get into trouble.

What did it matter anyways? No one seemed to care whether she were to do so or not. She was being irrational of course, nursing wounds that she was far too gone in her head to actually deal with.

But that meant nothing to the girl.

Perhaps all her childish antics were becoming calls for help. But she did not care.

Smirking little as she caught sight of some kid, a few years younger than her, she called over to her.

"Hey! Kid, aren't you a little young for places like this?"

Millicent hated it when people called her kid, because it was obvious from her stature - at least in her point of view - that she wasn't that young, but some people may not view that way. The German child didn't really care as long as they end up being decent people.

And it was difficult to be decent in her books.

The German turned around to voice the direction in which the voice seemed to be coming from, and she furrowed her brows when she saw there was a brunette calling her. Instinctively, she walked over, a small skip in her step.

"Define young," Millie called back.

Ashleen looked the girl over a smirk growing on her face, "Oh I don't know... how does anyone define young? I've met young people who act old, and old people who act young."

She shrugged, and slugged back her beverage.

"I guess we'll have to wait to see which you are," she flailed to the chair beside her, "Care for a seat?"

"Have you met anyone who's been both?" Millie grinned, and winked back at a man old enough to be her grandfather. Ew, why the hell did you do that? You're gonna get yourself killed one day, she thought, but she didn't care. Only the good die young.

And she wasn't good.

"Sure," replied the girl nonchalantly, flopping down on the seat and putting her feet up on the edge of the desk, "so, when's the best part of the show coming?"

"I've met a lot of people," Ashleen shrugged, "But I figured I'd not list them at all for fear of risking sounding like a Dr. Seuss book."

She shook her head as the girl winked, "Careful who you play with, half-pint; you don't want to swim too far out in water here. Things can turn faster than we think so."

She shrugged, and flipped her dark hair over her shoulder.

"Depends on what you call the best part of the show; but I've heard them talking and saying the show, shows starting in a few minutes - all their big names tonight."