tyrant.
for @nckeon.
red lips upturned into an amused smirk, she swirls the drink in her glass as she gets her dose of entertainment for the night. she’s in her usual booth, some woman’s arm around her waist and lips on her neck. it gives her the perfect view to spy on him by the bar. in any other situation, liying would hate to see him outside of work. it doesn’t help that they live in the same neighbourhood.
but this?
she'd take this over grocery store bickering any day.
the tension in his face, the eagerness in the young woman’s eyes, they don’t slide past her. it’s an act she’s witnessed far too often for it to still humour her. but it does, especially since she almost always came into play eventually. a wild card.
her eyes follow the unfortunate young woman as she gets up to head to the washroom, then they flicker back to keon, all alone in the bar. a hand starts to creep up her thigh, reminding her of the woman she came with. liying stops her, getting up to swoop in without offering her date any explanation, let alone a glance.
she sits on the stool beside him, placing her drink beside his date’s. “i’m glad to see that your girlfriend’s taste in drinks makes up for her questionable choice in men.” a brief glance paired with a saccharine smile that should give away her intentions to the trained eye. “she seems nice.”