winona had spent the last few weeks on a plane, bouncing between germany ( the home to many of her clients, the elite of cologne capable of caring less about where her art came from and more so the provenance that antedates it’s … ‘ acquisition ’ ) & . egypt — made obvious by the ornate gold bangles and rings adorning her arm, each of them varying levels of exquisite designs. tonight was her only chance to truly unwind, allowing her to break away from her ever growing responsibilities and vexing friends ( her notifications congested with messages welcoming her home from her travels, wondering if she had it in her to go out for a few drinks ?? ) instead of graciously declining, as she knows she should — her mother would be beside herself with upset at her actions — she’s ignoring each text and milling about in a new bar, unfamiliar faces serving as comfort in her chosen loneliness.
though it was one stranger in particular that had caught her eye : the tall, lanky man behind the counter who had been feeding her drinks all night. it’s unlike her to do anything about her attraction towards him, so instead, winona sits quietly at the bar, scrolling absentmindedly through her emails; ( despite using tonight as her break from work, she’s still curious as to what antiquity would suspiciously fall into her lap ——- it wasn’t as if she had anything else to hold her attention. ) that was, until she hears the lilt of an unfamiliar voice, the hint of a gwangwon satoori seeping through his words. his tone is relatively endearing, deeply contrasting the ink that’s put on full display as his arm drapes along the bar & . the terrible advance he uses in hopes of luring her in.
pretty girl like you in a bar alone ??
was the best he had to offer ??
she scoffs at his lackluster pick-up line, a thin brow quirking slightly as she peers over at him from over the rim of her glass. the amber liquid is quickly emptied before she sets it down, manicured fingertips drumming softly against the edge as he offers to buy her another drink, weighing her options. it couldn’t hurt. after all, it wasn’t the first free drink she had received that night — thanks to the fresh-faced bartender ( his dumb little smile, plump lips curving into a warm crescent, shamelessly draws her back towards the bar; of course, the offer of a complimentary shot would quickly carry her towards him with a lazy grin. )
despite the alcohol that flows through her veins, winona is very much in control of her body and actions. so again, she laughs, this time it comes out as an airy giggle, and pushes her glass towards the approaching bartender. “ i’ll let you buy me a drink … and then maybe i’ll let you keep me company, ” the trader hums, painted lips curling into a flirty smile as dark eyes finally settle on the stranger. all though she has absolutely no intention of allowing him to keep her company, she would absolutely take another drink ———- before gracefully carrying herself outside to ignite a much needed cigarette. as her drink is poured, she offers a gentle nod at the blond to her right and does just that; a smug smile toys at the edges of her lips as she fits a cigarette between them, high-heeled feet carrying her out into the chilly autumn street, the soft click of a stiletto against hardwood echoing her exit, as ringed fingers fumble for the lighter from her pocket.
“ shit, ” she mutters softly as she comes up with nothing in either of her pockets; she can picture the little black lighter sitting at the edge of the bar, left behind in her haste.
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