@musesoface // ace, hell & high water
manicured fingers wrapped around the small shot glass, slamming it down just as quickly as she’d picked it up while sliding cash across the counter. she offered the bartender a wink, and after another shot, turned on her heel to make her way to an unoccupied pool table in the corner. there was no harm in a little pregame, and she’d yet to lay eyes on the man she came to meet. securing a stool, one leg crossed over the other, bouncing in beat with the music. while femi was more than comfortable with the hustle and bustle of ambrosia, and the large crowds at club 303, a nagging want to get to know ace prompted her to pick a more laid back bar. the times he’d been tattooed by her had gone quick and easy, ideas and laughter flowing between the two. she often had good relationships with her patrons, a mutual respect between artist and commissioner, but when ace sat in her chair it was like they were meant to have fun for the next however long. after a few moments, her gaze fell on his and one corner of her mouth quirked up, making her way off of the stool and walking to meet him. “it’s about time you invited me out,” she teased, fingers raising to wave in greeting. “i was starting to think i’d only get to see you if you’re in my chair.”