Charlotte León

Charlotte León | 38 | she/her City of Ruin RP

[lottieleon]

(Lauren Ridloff / 38 / she/her ) — Charlotte León has been living in Port Leiry for a couple days, but most of her life prior to about 12 years ago. They currently work as a librarian/bartender. No one is sure if they’re actually a witch or if they’re connected to Feng-Lindon. They tend to be quite stubborn and accommodating, but can also be family-oriented and joyful.

Name: Charlotte Mira Natori León

Occupation: Bartender @Obsidian, Volunteer @Growden Public Library

Age: 38 (March 10, 1987)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Species: Witch

Coven: Feng-Lindon

Hometown: Port Leiry, OR

Relationship Status: Happily Widowed, and ready to mingle

Personality Traits: Stubborn, Joyful, impulsive, responsible, family-oriented, caring, accommodating

TW. Domestic Violence, Abuse, Cars, Suicide, Depression

001. Her father used to tell her that when things got tough Leóns got tougher. First born of a political marriage between a Lindon and a León, many started to disregard the mixed bloodline as unimportant when Charlotte was born deaf. While her mother was unhappy, her father often pushed through attempting to flavour Charlotte’s world. He loved music and would often play the guitar while bouncing Charlotte on his knee.

002. By the age of 9 Charlotte’s mother was gone. Dead or Fled they didn’t know. But Charlotte was happy. She had her father, music, and the Beach. A love Charlotte had found for herself. A force that called to her in a rhythm only she could hear. Dancing to its own unspeakable rhythm.

003. Her younger sibling completed their small family. They didn’t have much but they had each other.

004. Charlotte got her first job at 14 running drinks at a small bar in town. She wanted to help her Papa and she wanted to be around the people and the music. People had always said she was mature for her age and the owner didn’t question the foraged ID when he had hired her.

005. She had always been relatively popular in school. A regular busy body, one foot in every club. Despite her method of communication being different people always seemed to enjoy being around her. Bubbly, some might say.

006. Disaster struck at 15. Her Father was dead, run off the road. It was just her and her sibling. Orders came from multiple sides, but Charlotte wouldn’t have it, wouldn’t loose her entire family in one swoop. Her Father’s life insurance policy went into legal battles. She picked up all the work she could, anything to keep her and them together and afloat. So when the contract was placed in front of her, marriage to anyone of their choosing as soon as her sibling reached majority in exchange for them being left alone until that point, Charlotte took it. Signed her future freedom over for a small slice of it now. Her first Devil’s Bargain.

007. She worked and worked and worked. Few of the people at school remembered her aside from her stellar performances in her classes. She had not time for extracurriculars now. One made more of an effort than the others but he had his own struggles to…. his own family.

008. When she was 20, associates degree in hand, she moved herself and her sibling to Savannah. To be around Lindons. That’s where she met Jace and a piece of herself slipped into a place she didn’t even know was missing. She doted on her younger cousin. Offering softness when it was often turned away. Jace became an intrinsic part of her family.

009. She cried at her sibling’s graduation. They had grown up, were going to college. There little family had made it and while it had come time to pay the piper, Charlotte wouldn’t trade the pride she had for them for the world.

010. She hadn’t bothered to look into who they had sold her too. The wedding had occurred at a breakneck pace. She didn’t know the danger she was in until she was left alone with her spouse on their honeymoon. She was trapped, alone, and no one was looking for her screams.

011. She had always been good at arts and crafts. And soon it was only Jace and her sibling who would visit, letters stopped coming. Charlotte had always known she was tied to the ocean, they at least appreciated that. Appreciated how she could feel the tides and currents. Even alter them at times. Movement and particles. Surfing and Night clubs. Two things she couldn’t have in the tower she was locked in. Where she had been left with them.

012. She hadn’t understood what he had always preferred about objects with metal ends. Charlotte had lost count of the times they had stuck her with the tipped cane. Only knew that this downward slope was the last. As hands came up and particles fizzled, she watched the person she had been tied to boil.

013. With the blood on her hands she called the one number her father had left her in case of emergencies, her Abuela @arcibarra . Together they removed Charlotte from the aftermath of killing a major member of one of the East Coasts largest underworld shipping organizations.

014. After a year of laying low, Charlotte has come back to Port Leiry. While always at the edge of the coven, recent events have been indicative of a Coven emergency. And Charlotte will do anything for family.

Wanted Connection:

Her younger Sibling: Someone she has helped raise since she was young. Could be a full sibling could be a half from either parent. @sybellaleon

Her Spouse’s Family: An important Easter Coast family that could have put a TideWitch to use. Maybe they are angry about her spouse’s murder, maybe they are happy that branch has ended

Friends from Work: Charlotte has thrown herself back into her life of odd jobs after her marriage. While she works regularly at Obsidian and Growden, she will pick up shifts anywhere. She likes to be busy. So have a shift you need someone to take or noticed she served both your drinks and handed you that latest copy of your favourite fantasy series, yeah you probably did.

More to come

[lottieleon]

Her head is still lovely and floaty as she takes in the sentiments Anish is signing. He’s right. The night is over, people filling out in the aftermath of a murder solved. It’s time to go home.

She nods slowly, eyes looking directly up into his even as her lips take on a involuntary slightly petulant perse.

“I would appreciate a ride if you are willing,” she signed, she was even past the point of being embarrassed about him seeing where she was living. The apartment building wasn’t much, in need of paint and a manager that actually answered the work orders. But he would just be dropping her off outside of it, he would be none the wiser. Plus it would be worth it, worth it just to be in his company a little while longer.

[anish-sahni]

He snakes an arm around her waist, keeping her steady as best he can whilst he tries not to think about what this might be like if she were sober and this was the end of a night where murder wasn't involved. For a moment, Anish finds himself completely lost in the features of her face. Deep eyes that pull him in, a nose that he's dreamt about running gentle, calloused fingertips over, lips that he --

He clears his throat, not allowing himself to get more distracted than he already is and forces himself to nod. When he speaks, he enunciates, not speaking louder than he needs to - but making sure his lips move clearly and he's not mumbling. "My truck isn't too far, just a short walk."

A short walk with his arm around her waist. A short walk filled with thoughts of what might have been or what could be. He offers a smile, slightly sad, but he moves her towards the exit all the same.

[lottieleon]

End

[sybellaleon]

"A werewolf bar?" She repeats, searching her memory to see if she knows any of this. Most of her early life in this town, though, only exists in the stories her sister shares. It’s a strange sort of feeling to hear of her sister working so young — Charlotte’s always been a caretaker, and a hard worker, but it’s such a reminder of how hard things have been for their family. “Wow… do you know a lot of werewolves here?”

She smiles at the reminders. “I know, I know… I’m being careful.” Sometimes, it felt like careful wasn’t enough, though… “I’m glad they’re around, but… hopefully I won’t need them to interfere. We’ve got dinner planned for… sometime. We’re finding a time, once things calm down.”

She smiles back to her sister. God, just a few years ago, the idea of being able to grab dinner with Charlotte was a fantasy. “Soup and noodles sounds amazing right now.”

[lottieleon]

Charlotte hesitates at the question of werewolves, “I used too.” She signs hesitantly, “I lost track of a lot of my old friends during..” she trailed off, her marriage was a taboo topic, the relationship she had wanted to protect the most, her bond with her sister, probably bore the most severe scars Charlotte’s forced isolation had caused. Charlotte readjusted her hands, “I’m hoping to reconnect with some of them again.” She smiled, trying to mask the awkward moment and turning to other topics.  Now was not the time to rehash the baggage. They would make time, they time to do that now. But here in the middle of the street was not the time to do it.

“That’ll be fun, you should spend time with them.” Charlotte should too, Abuela was rarely anywhere long and time with family was one of the most important things. They both crawled into Charlotte’s little silver car. Noodles and Sister time was what they needed now. Charlotte started driving towards the Lucky Cat.

[lottieleon]

Closed Starter for @anish-hassim

Where: Port Eerie

To be honest, Charlotte hadn’t expected to see Anish tonight.

She had pushed for August to come tonight, the boy needed a night out and to be honest Charlotte was worried about him. She had only just met the young wolf but already she felt very protective of him and he had a place, if he ever needed it, wherever Charlotte was. It had even been nice to see him with her sister. The Hadestown costumes with his Nico costume.

But while she was supporting August in one corner, she also was aware of the work she was doing with Yui. It was hard work, but work that needed to be done. Since Dani and Jac had made the necessary move back home, her coven had felt smaller than ever with just Jace and her holding up the fort. She had Abuela and her sister but they were also busy. So between her work at Obsidian and the Library, most of Charlotte’s free time was spent with Warwick, and even then…she still rarely saw him.

She wasn’t even really sure he knew it was her who was helping Yui with the work. Which was fine, the work was more important than that. Her magic could be useful for this.

But still, there was that old familiar gravity. One moment she was moshing it out in the center of the dance room floor but one glance of the back of his head, and she was elbowing her way through the crowd.

Despite being a relatively small person, Charlotte was an experienced raver, using her elbows and feet when needed until she finally came up behind him, her hand going to pat on the back of his shoulder.  

[jacelindon]

closed starter for: @lottieleon where: port eerie

The rave's not exactly his vibe, but it is a lot of fun to not think about a lot of the day to day stuff going on in his life. Not the hospital, not the weird coven stuff going on, and not the way his parents are barking up his tree to try and get him to meet with more and more people for marriage contracts. All of their calls for the last few weeks have gone straight to voicemail, because he just didn't have time to think about it.

Now, here, it's just music and drinks, and a lot more people with a lot more in their system than he wants to think about. It's fun, he reminds himself, and tries not to think about the mountain of work and training waiting for him elsewhere.

He catches sight of his cousin across the way and lifts his arm up way above his head to wave at her and get her attention before crossing over. "Hey! Just checking on you!" It's too loud, for actual conversation, so he signs with his words.

[lottieleon]

TRICK (Charlotte) Some crazy vampire is passing out left over glow-stick bracelets. Too bad they're magicked and now everything just kind of tastes like blood...

The man who had handed her the glowstick had seemed so nice, he had stroked the inside of her wrist as he had attached the aquamarine and sky blue glowing bracelets, he had even commented about how they had been just her colors which he had been so right about. But as Charlotte smacked her tongue against the top of her mouth, the taste of freshly cleaned copper wouldn’t ride itself from her mouth.

At first she had just thought she was dehydrated but a water, a lemonade, and a G&T later and still the taste persisted. It wasn’t quite the taste that doing magic in Yuisa’s lab resulted in but it also made her worry that she had done some kind of permanent damage to her taste buds.

When she saw her cousin waving and signing through the crowd, she waved back with a smile, though the corner of her mouth soured slightly when it tasted the roof of her mouth, she couldn’t hear but her friends in high school had always preferred pure sign in rave’s such as this silent, seamless communication, “Hey you, I’m doing well.” She smiled through the blood, “How are you? Its nice to see you out again, I know we’ve both been busy.”

[mangemaw]

Yuisa keeps an eye on Lottie, the movements in her shoulders, whatever tremble may or may not be in her hands as she signs - pays special attention to the rhythm of the heart in her chest. Maybe, she thinks, in a rare moment of self awareness, she ought not to have done that a moment ago. She chases it away though, as she does any other. People, she hopes - no, knows - are smart enough to see something and say nothing.

"I've been keeping Anish busy," she says, a casual smile blooming, as if they're just discussing business and pleasure in equal measure now. "I'll make sure to tell him to get ahold of you,"

Charlotte goes into her thoughts, and Yuisa offers her full attention then, eyes windows into the way she ponders. Reading things from water - it seems like a long shot, but they need this thing's code cracked, and she's learned in her time not to question magic's offered possibilities.

A new expression blooms then, and she tilts her head, smiling with her eyes narrowed and scrutinizing. "Do you want to see it?"

[lottieleon]

Charlotte nods, she hopes more perceptively than it feels, when Yui’s gaze turns almost feral as she offers the question. She doesn’t know quite what she’s getting herself into, but she’s jumping in feet first.

Secure doesn’t even begin to really cover the location that Yuisa leads Charlotte into. If asked, Charlotte doesn’t think she’d be able to find her way back to it on her own, but that’s not the important thing. As Charlotte enters the secure room, that if she had to guess was somewhere underneath the docks, her senses are assaulted by something that’s indescribably magic and old. Charlotte hasn’t always had the best sense when it came to identifying the supernatural or its origins, but she was and had always been a witch, she knew this scent in her bones.

The scent only grew as Yuisa unsheathed the hide. It was delicate and mostly dehydrated from age, but very few things were completely without water.

Charlotte signaled for Yuisa to put the artifact on the table. A flat dry surface so Charlotte could attempt to do her work. Reading the history of water wasn’t something she did often but she did come from augury witches, powerfully augury witches on her Pa’s side, this magic wasn’t completely foreign.

Charlotte, with an approving nod from Yui, gently hovered her hands over the ancient artifact. Slowly, ever so slowly and gently, small droplets of water started to rise from the hide, little bits of liquid that had burrowed their way in throughout it’s history.

Charlotte suddenly as her magic coaxed the droplets to expand was thrust into a world foreign to her in the present, but familiar to her in the moment. Images of wolf-packs on hunts, only recognizable as Berserker’s through her experiences of at the Conclave ripped through her mind. Pack take downs of vampire targets, witches etching their magic into wolfen skin, wolves forging through woods she knew only through their senses, the casting of bones….. Charlotte was thrown back. Too much memory opened up at once. Her back hit the wall of the room and the vague taste of copper in her mouth that she suspected was not from her own time. Her eyes should have met Yui’s as they darted into her line of sight, searching in nature, but Charlotte was looking past her old high school classmate, looking past her to the bubbles of the past that floated half connected above the ancient artifact, a ritual waiting to be unlocked….

[lottieleon]

Charlotte León as Persephone (Hadestown)

Charlotte León arrives alongside a nervous @moonpains ,who she hopes she can provide moral support for this evening. As someone who chooses to spend a lot of her free time in the chaos of mosh circles, spending Halloween at a supernatural rave gathering was already enticing, but also dressing up alongside her sister @sybellaleon and Abuela @arcibarra is a real treat.

[mangemaw]

Yui doesn't further address the indiscretion at the door - to talk on it further is to invite further culpability. But at first she nods, because things are bad. For Harford. Yui scans Charlotte's face, gauging her expression, eying the signs she makes. "We have his little brother to worry about," she says bluntly.

"I actually do have something you can help with. Old piece of uh, well, we'll call it art. Has some old magic woven into it somehow. Could use your help unraveling it." Anish might have already asked - she's not sure, but Lottie might be one of a half dozen witches in the city she might trust with this.

She pulls her phone out, shows a set of photos to the witch. Catching her gaze, she speaks up again, "It's old - Vikings old. Think it's a spell, or a ritual or something." She points to the crude artwork depicted. "Think it's something you can help with?"

[lottieleon]

Charlotte’s eyes flicked down at Yuisa’s statement. Avi was still the bright bubbly boy she had left behind all those years ago in her eyes, even when they had reconnected at Gala he had been nothing but a bright ball of self-deprecating charm, it was hard to reconcile all this violence was at the direction of a boy who had always seemed to just be hiding a little bit of sunshine in his soul.

But the incident at the door was undeniable…things were getting bad. She nodded, she wanted to help, wanted to be of use in ending this violence in whatever way she could be.

 “I haven’t heard anything from Anish we keep missing each other.” They had both been so busy since gala, she had just been caught up in her job which seemed so trivial now witnessing what Anish must be dealing with, plus she knew he must also be mourning the relationship with his brother. She should have made more of an effort to see him, she was his friend after all….

At hearing the nature of Yuisa’s problem though… “Its not my normal area of expertise,” Charlotte signed slowly, “you might be better off going to a divination witch. But,” and she moved her hands wider to emphasize the but, “I have, in the past, been able to divine things based on water or moisture molecules that might still be in it. It may be old but almost nothing exposed to air is without some molecules of water, it holds memory, they might be able to tell me something.” She looked intently up at Yui, sure, she should probably call upon a divination witch, but Charlotte wanted to show Yuisa, and maybe even Anish, that she could be useful if they ever needed to call on someone.

[moonpains]

He's tired, so tired. His body fragile with freshly broken bones, the ones of a beast transforming him back into a man. It aches. It always aches, but arms are bloodied, scratches against face that once was covered in fur the color of midnight, a snarling muzzle. The most concerning thing is the feeling of fullness. He'd eaten. It had been big, he feels he knows what it may be. At the sound of hurried footsteps approaching he tenses, waiting for some kind of attack. He's out in the open. He'd been left to roam. Easy prey for a hunter to track, for another wolf to hunt. But it definitely doesn't carry the musk of another animal. No, magic, sweet and perfumed. The scent tickles his dulled nose. The scent of panic mingled in. Not anger. It's friend, not foe.

His body relaxes, and when a voice he hasn't heard before calls to him, he tries to lift himself on shaky, fresh reshaped arms. He can feel the weakness in his bones, the underline ache from the pressure of his weight. The fragility as they want to give out. Tightening and flexing muscles. He's vulnerable to this voice, and he knows it.

Head turning he finally sees her, Lottie, it's a relief and he lets his sore body collapse back into the sand. How he had ended up on the beach, water gently lapping around him, he has no recollection. He never knows what the wolf has gotten up to until it is too late. He manages to get on his back with her help, not modest in nudity at all, even with a mismatched body. Hands come up shaky and he tries signing he is okay with her near, and comes to him. His throat still tight and raw from the vocal chords strain from the night previous, mouth smeared in gore, none of his own.

[lottieleon]

He seemed so out of it and her heart ached for the boy who was still coming to his senses, but they couldn't focus on that right now, his physical wellbeing unfortunately had to take first priority.

Charlotte quickly pulls the sweatshirt over her head throwing it back on the sand as she pulled August back from the water. The poor thing seemed to be shifting through pain and confusion in a way that made her own heart hurt but it was imperative they got him out of the water before he caught chill.

When she had him on the dry sand she had him thread his arms through her sweat shirt, she was assessing for injuries as she went, inventorying for later or immediate considerations. When every bump and bruise was assessed as could be dealt with at her apartment, she faced him, “I think we can get you to my car.” She indicated just up the beach less than 100 yards away where his tiny car was located, “I can support most of your weight we just have to get you up.”

With that she went to kneel beside August, arm looped under his shoulders. Deep breath in, deep breath out. And she pushed up with her knees making sure to keep her hold gentle yet stabilizing on the young wolf.  

[anish-sahni]

Their dance only left more questions and more longing, settled deeper and deeper into Anish's bones. As she walked away, he felt himself regretting his words -- the taste of ash and iron on his tongue from chewing into it.

The rest of the night goes about as well as one of these events can go: a murder, a puzzle, and an exile. All in all, Anish is just glad that there was only one murder - he'd hate to have to explain to Yuisa why he would have gone straight for a Feng-Lindon witch rather than stay with his pack.

He does not expect to be approached by her again, nor for her to smell of spirits or to latch onto him. Anish finds himself too shocked for words for a moment, and tries to recover as her words register. He clears his throat, doesn't pull away, and uses one hand to help him sign for her. Clumsy, but it works, he hopes.

"Do you need a ride home?"

[lottieleon]

Her head is still lovely and floaty as she takes in the sentiments Anish is signing. He’s right. The night is over, people filling out in the aftermath of a murder solved. It’s time to go home.

She nods slowly, eyes looking directly up into his even as her lips take on a involuntary slightly petulant perse.

“I would appreciate a ride if you are willing,” she signed, she was even past the point of being embarrassed about him seeing where she was living. The apartment building wasn’t much, in need of paint and a manager that actually answered the work orders. But he would just be dropping her off outside of it, he would be none the wiser. Plus it would be worth it, worth it just to be in his company a little while longer.

[sybellaleon]

“Ooo! That sounds super cute and witchy,” Sybella signed. “It’s nice to know some of those places are legit witch spots. You know, I know so many humans that are way more into that vibe than I am, and they don’t even know how real it is!” She shifted the bag on her arm as Charlotte talked about her history with the bar. “Wow, really? I’ll have to stop by… it’s crazy to think that it’s been around so long.”

There was so much she didn't know about Port Leiry, and too much of it was something that she'd once been familiar with. It was just another bond she was trying her hardest to rebuild, getting back in touch with a city she hadn't called home in almost two decades.

She grinned and nodded at the show titles. “Yep, those are coming up! Edwin Drood is opening soon, Faustus is in October… the community program’s doing The Importance of Being Earnest, auditions are soon for that. I know it’s a bold move trying to work with the community theatre, but… the team at the Titan really cares about theatre, and I think they really want things to go well.” She sighed. “At least, I hope. I’ve worked with vampires before, but never a whole crew of them.”

[lottieleon]

“I believe in you,” Charlotte signed and smiled, “I worked at a werewolf bar when we lived back here too,” Charlotte wiggled her eyebrows at her sister, “Papa was not pleased but that probably had less to do with the wolves than with the fact that I was about 14 but its just people.” Cause it was, monsters came in all shapes and forms, she knew better than most, and were not confined based on supernatural dispensation.

Plus who wouldn’t love Sybie, “Use your common sense and everything should be fine, plus Abuela is in town.” Charlotte never wanted to rely on anyone but, again, she knew better than most that their grandfather had resources and contacts at their disposal, if her sister needed  a get out of jail card, “they will take care of you if you need it.”

She smiled as she walked, “Now dinner, what about Lucky Cat? Soup and noodles sound good to you?”

[mangemaw]

After a smiling nod to an old acquaintence, she pats her shoulder and moves. Yui's gone to the bar for just a second, reaching over the bar and, after a momentary contest of wills with the bar-tender, pulls something out from behind it, trouncing through the bar. The scrambling werewolf sees her coming, and tries to book it to the door.

The wolf, for her part, is very cool about it. She'll find him here or somewhere else, and if he skips town before she does, well, good riddance. She was getting tired of Warwicks who couldn't hack it, who proved themselves incompetent and too weak to bear the weight of what this pack was meant to represent to their kind. The tip of the spear.

His hand wraps around the handle to open the door and there's a quick whipstrike of movement as a handful of his digits collapse and he loses his grip on the door. He shouts, of course, but with all the manic din of a werewolf rock bar, who notices, or cares? Yuisa picks the handful of digits up and stuffs them in the baggie of ice she's grabbed, pinning him to the wall and wiping the blade of her knife on the lapel of his shirt. "Fuck up again and I'll take you down a few inches where it'll really hurt. Get out of my fucking sight."

Yuisa stuffs the bag in her jacketpocket and holds the door for him, before she moves back through the crowd. If Charlotte saw, or Charlotte cared, she doesn't know - but it'll be a nice gauge of how useful this chance meeting will be. "Sorry about that - Pack business."

[lottieleon]

Charlotte attempts to pick her jaw that has dropped off the floor, she knew the things Yuisa had to deal with were….well gnarly. But she had handled that with the cool and collectiveness of a cucumber. “No you are, well not fine.” Charlotte signed, voice unfortunately lost, “Anish mentioned things were tense but I hadn’t considered they had gotten this tense.”

Charlotte in this moment felt woefully ignorant and useless. Pack politics were kept so close to the chest within werewolf circles and when Anish had mentioned things were tense, well, it hadn’t occurred to Charlotte that they were cutting a guys fingers off in a crowded bar like it was as commonplace as buttering bread tense.

“Things are bad aren’t they?” she signed, stupid question and Charlotte took a deep breathe as she shook her hands to refocus herself,  “I don’t know if I can help, I certainly can’t do,” she gestured to all of Yui, “what you do? But I’m here for Anish, and for you, if you need me?”

[beautifullycynic]

It doesn't happen often, that Lucian's caught off guard on the streets and there's a distinct feeling that the man running into him had known to the very least who he was or what he did, if the expression on his face and his haste retreat were something to go by. Like he couldn't get away fast enough, even if that meant running straight into him.

A little side project then.

He looks up the moment he catches sight of a helping hand, and the smile on his lips is actually genuine as the girl starts picking stuff up unprompted, helpful. And woefully ignorant of what he had in his bag apparently. Not a wolf then.

"I'm perfectly fine love, don't worry." He offers lightly, dusting off the side of his clothes. "Thank you for your help, you didn't have to." He extends a hand out, a smile on his lips. "May I repay your... chivalry." He teases. "In any way?."

[lottieleon]

Charlotte takes the hand up once all the man’s stuff is back in his bag, he seems nice. Why do unpleasant things always seem to happen to nice people?

“No its just common decency,” she signs trying to follow with her words, she’s getting more confident with her voice but it’s still just so out of use, “you’re sure your ok though. You don’t need like someone to walk you home?”

He's teasing her but also looking her up and down like he's trying to categorize her, information that she doesn't know what to do with.

[lottieleon]

🎭ANISH!!!!

// @anish-hassim

[lottieleon]

🏠 HOUSE — my muse's family/hometown

[lottieleon]

🎸 GUITAR — my muse's hobbies/interests

[lottieleon]

Closed Starter for @lihuennash

Where: The Arctic

Charlotte head bobbed towards the bar as she went to order another drink for herself. Yet again, nothing quite made a night out like the Arctic did. She knew her legs would be tired in the morning with how hard the reverb of the base was causing the floor to shift, but it would all be worth it.

She was familiar with some of the people who worked there now and nodded her head at a shorter brunette bartender as a responding smile meant another hard lemonade would be coming out forthwith. She was usually a cocktail girl but dancing the way it got at the Arctic left no room for anything other than a bottle.

Her forehead was slick with sweat, her long pony tail swinging behind her. As she turned her face down the bar a familiar taller woman and their sick short haircut popped out at her. She waved as the other looked up.