sashamsmith:
Where: Lovers’ Lounge, The Dungeon When: the Leather & Lace party, past midnight
Her company had vanished somewhere, eaten up by the dancefloor or throwing up in one of the bathrooms, who even knows at this point, and Sasha had ended up alone at the bar in the lounge that looked uncomfortably like her workplace, but tthere’s enough of whatever in her system that it doesn’t put her off. That and the Corpse Bride in the screen behind the bar where she’s waiting for the bartender to fix her her Annabel Lee. “I still don’t know what’s going on in this movie”, she mumbles to whoever is standing closest to her, eyes glued to the screen. “That and Pirates of the Caribbean have the weirdest plots.”
She’s decided the Annabel Lee is her drink for the night. There’s something about it, the tartness, the absolutely acidic looking color, that just feels right. “Mmm never watched any of those. But I know the whole cast of Pirates of the Caribbean is how I knew I swing all directions and the soundtrack fucking slaps and what else is there to know, really?”