@20sdanbi
"now that’s just sad.”
amusement dripping from her tongue. lips laced with venom, decorated in an inviting dark red. on this night one could see her and think her a welcoming woman. the joy humming through her, ever visible on those dark red lips. reveling in the company occupying the seat next to her.
they are perched near the back of the bar, looming over the crowd. crimson light bleeding into the building. blanketing over the temporary inhabitants inside. sharp eyes signal the location of the body the comment is attached to.
the victim is a stranger, a woman she has no attachment to. though it isn’t uncommon for sowon to strike those she is attached to. the stranger stands out, however. the unattractive rustic yellow atop her head alerts sowon first. the mane brittle from bleach. her ensemble is messy at best. every item out of season and a size or two too big.
it’s the nose though that forced out sowon’s quip. wringing it out of her. it lays awkwardly on her face. pinched in all the wrong places. begging the question; how does she breathe? sowon figured her victim had payed too much for it.
“is your agent looking for anyone new to represent—cause she’s perfect.” the line is delivered in a whisper to her companion. danbi’s sense of humor akin to her own.
the soft murmur of the mass inside drowns out sowon’s chuckle. despite this being a regular habitat for sowon, she found the natural crowd it brought in dissappointing.
this random woman was just one of many tonight. it seemed, sometimes, that those with money didn’t know what to do with it. they blew it on nose jobs they didn’t need. wrapped in decadent clothing, they knew nothing about. it occurred to her young that those with money just liked to spend it. and so, she followed the money to their natural environment.
might as well get some enjoyment out of it.
