— esmeray osman.
“Ah — “ Esme paused before the first person she saw and stood directly in their path to ensure they wouldn’t try to run off. “You seem quite knowledgeable.”The lawyer purred as she peered around the venue she’d stumbled into due to the promise of alcohol. “Would you know where I can get myself a drink in the sea of people? Preferably not champagne or anything that comes into a can. I’m not normally this picky but I’ve had quite the day.” The woman explained, forcing a smile. “— Pretty please.”
“Howler’s.” A quick response as soon as the woman asked. She didn’t even have to explain, Isla knew how it was. And not to advertise her own bar, or well, temporary bar, it definitely was a hot spot for people in need of a fix—especially a certain kind of fix. “I mean, if you can look past the naked people on poles and serving you said drink, then it’s your go to. Trust me.” She smiled. “You not from around here or somethin’?”
