Luna walked into the bar as her eyes fell low as she was already high as a kite. She slid onto the chair at the bar, “vodka please, I don’t care how” she said before looking at the person sitting next to her, “want something? It’s on me”
“If you’re offering, I’m not going to turn down a drink.” The blonde mused, ordering some white peachy concoction with far too much alcohol to be considered safe for consumption. “Now, what’s got you all needing a drink? Men, money, women?” She teases.















