she’s in a good mood. her tips have been well, her skin’s cleared up, and she’s got a sitter for her daughter for once. from where sierra stands, she’s doing well enough to warrant a night out —– old habits die hard and places like this dingy bar are still her guilty pleasure. she decided to turn a self - indulging night into a good deed and looked for a shot to pay it forward. she smiled to nearby company, leaning over to proposition her through the music. ❝ hey. i’m celebrating. let me buy you a drink. only catch is you have to pick what we toast to. what’ll it be ? ❞




