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Meeting at the Bar || Fabrose

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Marley smirked at some ridiculous comment her best friend made the kitten video she reposted on Facebook, Marley never could resist a funny at video. Suddenly she felt like someone was standing over her shoulder. After a quick look behind her revealed no one was there her gaze fell back toward the screen, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling. Marley looked up to find those canvas worthy green eyes staring right at her. This was … strange? No. Intriguing? Maybe. Why would someone who looked like that be staring at here? Then it donned on her that she was obviously staring at some hottie behind her. ‘Duh Marls’. She turned around again but there was no one in there woman’s direct line of sight. 

Not knowing what to do exactly in this moment, Marley rose her hand slightly waving awkwardly. The entire time she was inwardly chastising her child like actions. The goofy smile spread across her face, surely didn’t help matters. She looked over at her hand, which was still awkwardly waving out of its own volition, and physically pulled it down to her lap with her other hand. ‘Get a grip, ding dong.’ Marley stood after the picking up the drink the bartender had just sat in front of her and walked around to the other side of the bar. “Hey, sorry about that. My sort of did a weird thing where it was taken over by aliens and caused me to be weird, like more weird than normal.” A soft nervous laugh fell from her lips. “I’m Marley by the way. Profession making awkward things awkwarder… More awkward?” She really had no idea what the hell she was doing. 

Quinn’s stare at the woman prompted the most bizarre reaction and she didn’t know whether to find humor or to question the girl’s sanity. However, the latter seemed the better choice as there was a type of dialgue exchanged between herself and Quinn decided to mark her off as someone who clearly wasn’t of drinking age. She turned away, ready to return to the last of her wine and contemplative thoughts, yet there was a soft, bashful voice which pulled her from achieving just that. With a slow turn, Quinn brought her attention t the newcomer and realized it was the girl; who was desperately trying to make up for the little show she put on moments before. 

There was a pause from her end and Quinn crossed her legs and she placed her folded hands atop of a bare knee. This young thing seemed to want her validation of some sort. Or approval perhaps as that was the only thing that made sense with how she rambled in a rather cute manner. The corner of her perfectly painted lips quirked and she said, “It’s nice to meet you, Marley. I think the awkwardness stems from nerves. Do you feel nervous about something?” She intentionally withheld her name, assuming not giving it to her immediately might continue this little performance; one fueled by whatever happened to be on Marley’s mind.

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Meeting at the Bar || Fabrose

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There was a nearby bar that Marley passed on more than a few occasion but never ventured into, because Lehti had her preferences, and Marley tended to go wherever the other woman wanted. That night she was getting drunk where she chose. Entering the establishment with a inquisitive look on her face, Marley searched for the nearest open seat at the bar. She walked up and slid into a chair. As she was waving down the bartender she noticed a woman with blonde hair and green eyes that would look really good on one of her canvases. A myriad of ideas came rushing to her at the sight of those eyes, it was so distracting Marley hadn’t noticed the bartender asking her what she’d like until a moment later. “Oh, jeeze, I’m sorry can I get an elderflower vodka lemonade. Or just whatever you can do with some St Germain and Vodka.” She flashed him an apologetic smile before pulling out her phone.

Tugging on her burgundy beanie, Marley stepped out into the chill of the night’s air with little protection other than her favorite hat. Her shirt was thin, loose and oversized, her faded grey skinny jeans donned large rips and her black ankle boots were definitely made for fashion purposes only, there was little to no practicality there, but none of that mattered because she just needed to get out of her cramped apartment. The walls were closing in on her. Every inch of that place reminded her of Lehti, and she was done crying, she was over it. Her work had become a new dark twisted sort of beauty, there was that, but one could only sit in sorrow for so long.

Quinn was bored. Tonight she was to attend an event for her father’s company and as much as the man wanted to give his business associates the impression they were a happy family; she refused to comply. His affair broke their family apart and he couldn’t have his cake and eat it, too. That didn’t sit well with her at all. The party took place in the building across the street and she made certain to post a picture of her outside the bar because she knew her father would see it. After the post, she chose to keep to the establishment and order a glass of whatever white wine they had. The options were limited but she only wanted something to calm the inner rage. 

The bar kept a quiet calm ambiance and Quinn ran a lone finger around the lip of the glass. She thought of her mother and how she moved to Paris as soon as the ink on the divorce papers were dry. It as amusing how daddy dearest wished to sell the happy family image when she was the only family he had in this city. Quinn’s finger slowed its circular motion and she lifted it before dropping the digit to her napkin. There was such a morose expression on her face and she hoped it would keep people from approaching her. This wasn’t exactly a place she’d go to strike up a conversation but it didn’t stop a couple of men from asking if they could buy her a drink. Which ended with her declining and telling them to move along. 

She may call it a night after this glass of Chardonnay. Perhaps a visit to her favorite Chinese takeout and a brainless sitcom would help bring her mood around as she hated to spend more time than necessary dwelling over her family. She did it for so long that all her patience worn out. Quinn flipped her phone over and tapped the home button. There was another hour and a half before the restaurant closed. Her clutch, which laid on the bar, moved to her lap and she looked for the wallet to leave a tip. As she waited for the bartender to return, Quinn watched the brief interaction between him and a girl who looked as if she used a fake ID to be at this bar. Great. If one high school kid found out about this place then it meant there would be more and the quietness of this bar would lose its charm. If you could call what this place has as charm.

As the bartender went to work on whatever drink the girl ordered, Quinn decided to give her a stare, to see if she could lure her over to her side as she wanted to take a peek at her ID, only to see if it looked real or was, in fact, her actual ID. At least this little situation pulled here away from the stupidity of her father and onto something that may deem itself as entertaining. At best.