Closed starter for @gardenssofbabylon (for Meadow or Luna or whoever you think fits!)
The floor was packed with people. Anyone who said black didn’t come in all different shades was remiss-- the crowd head to toe in all different shades of dark. Anzu was elated, finally at her first punk show that wasn’t in someone garage or basement. The show hadn’t started proper yet but music was blaring through the speakers though it did little to sway the crowd. Figuring she might as well do some people watching, Anzu made her way to the bar at the back of the venue. Newly twenty-one she ordered the only thing she knew they would have. “A shot of vodka.” The bartender nodded and started pouring. In a split second Anzu made eye contact with a woman. High off the energy she announced to the bartender, “actually, make that two shots.” Without hesitation the bartender poured another shot and set them down in front of Anzu. She handed one of the shots off to the woman. “Cheers,” she said, then downed the shot, her lips curling as her mouth and throat burned. Even her eyes burned a little but she tried to hide that-- especially from the woman.