Varla is my Minifee Mirwen, yet to be painted. She is Alex’s lover (yes breaking DoA protocol with SD’s and MSD’s having intimate relations.) I want Varla to be dark. She’s got scars as you’re about to read. Lots of ’em and and she’s been branded, like cattle. She’s got a permanent black eye. She wears black mascara and a deep maroon, not bright lipstick. This is the story of how she and Alex met and came to be.
The Love Story of Alex and Varla
Varla was in a biker gang and married to Billy Wayne when they ran into Alex in a bar called the Double Deuce. Alex was a loner, though a fixture around the town. A beautiful but scary looking woman, rumors swirled around her but no one was sure who she was, though some theorized she did clean up work for guys they never heard of. She was one of the few in this town tough enough to live without a gang and it’s said that even the Cartel guys left her alone or perhaps hired her. That in itself gave her mystique. Alex was playing pool in the back of the crowded bar with a couple of guys from Billy Wayne’s gang when Varla and Billy Wayne came in that night. Pretty soon he gets in on the game and at first it’s for the table, or a beer but he decides to up the ante. He whispers to Varla, “That Alex always seems to have money, I can smell it, and she isn’t playing that good. “I don’t know Billy, perhaps just play for beers,” Varla is worried because she knows that Billy Wayne isn’t that good either. He gets Alex to lay down fifty bucks, then a hundred and soon he’s running the table and the stakes are getting higher. He’s taking Alex’s cash and Varla is impressed, he is doing well. When the betting gets up over a thousand dollars suddenly things aren’t going his way and now Alex is running the table, game after game. As she gathers up the last of his cash, Billy Wayne slams another Jim Beam and calls her out, “Hey bitch, you hustlin’ me? You don’t get to walk away. You gotta give me a chance to win my fucking money back!” Varla tries to coax him away, “Honey, it’s just a few dollars, let it go.” She knows enough to not want to start any shit. Alex glances over, with a bemused expression on her face, “Well, you were looking tapped out partner, what else you got on you that might interest me?” “I got my Harley, I’ll put that up against all the cash you got on you, one game, 9 ball and I break.” She laughs and agrees.
Billy Wayne breaks the balls and starts sinking them one after another, in order even, to show off. Six go down easily. Then the 7 ball catches the lip of the pocket and spins out. Alex chalks up her cue and bounces the 7 across the table where it strikes the 8 which sinks in the corner pocket while the 7 caroms into the opposite corner pocket. Nothing left but the 9 and with a little back spin she pockets it easily and the cue ball spins back into the center of the table. Billy Wayne turns red and spits out “You cheated you bitch, I ain’t payin’ no fucking way.” He walks away through the crowd of his gang. They’re laughing that he lost but are covering his retreat. “Tough break Billy but we got yer back…” a couple of them chime in.