sybilxbarr:
Sybbie sat by the bar, distracted with her thoughts, as she waited for someone. It felt odd not having many people she knew, or knew her, in Seattle, and not having a go to spot where she knew the bartender and the staff or where they had her drink ready before she even took a seat. She was waiting on her Moscow Mule, barely even listening to the person sitting next to her address her.Â
“Excuse me? E X C U S E M E, honestly, fuck it, I’m going to sit here since I’ve tried asking you a million times if I can sit here. But then, I thought it over, why? You don’t own this place” Allison rambled as she took a seat next to the girl. It was the only seat available at the bar and she wasn’t going to ask permission to sit next to her.Â










