Jan 1, 2020
Allison|Starter #1
The man won’t shut up, and Allison is about ready to shove her foot up his ass. He stinks, and he is wearing a poorly fitted suit that is too tight chest and too loose in the arms, and dark, curling horns protrude from sweaty forehead; a satyr. Abandoning her drink as a lost cause, she turns to face the man for the first time since he’d sidled over.
“I have to go now.” a wan smile and a nod, and the tiny brunette slids off the stool and heads for the door, only to bump into someone on her way out, hard. Biting back a curse, she instead mumbles an apology instead. Mother would be so cross if she got all violent in public again, and Allison was trying to be better, honest!
“Sorry about that, are you all right?”