{ @apeirxnus }
The smooth and easy flow of a saxophone emanating from the vintage jukebox reverberated off the walls of the vicinity. The Gates was filled with a thick haze of smoke and liquor. A low, tangible hum escapes her painted lips - a reminiscent tune of Jupiter and Mars - as the former angel turned bartender sets a martini glass before the Umbrian. He added a few fruity embellishments before serving it to her.
With a gloved hand, Bayonetta lifts the glass to her lips and takes a small sip, savouring the flavour.
“Exquisite, as per usual. You know... it's a good thing you left Paradiso behind. Your exceptional talents would’ve been wasted on their lot.” She speaks - her tongue laced with honey.







