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!!!!!!
“Well hey, would you look at that. Seems lil ‘ole me has reached 100 followers. Thought I’d say thank you with this nice little picture of your favorite foxy bar owner~”
(( Moxxi reached 100 followers. Wanted to draw something for it. XD ))
It was rare Moxxi found herself in these kinds of situations, as much as other people probably thought otherwise. She didn’t care what they thought though. Not really. Probably more than what she allowed anyone to see, but you didn’t survive allowing people to see you at your most vulnerable.
She hated be vulnerable. That was how she had been in the past. A child who had been taken and made into something she never wanted to be. She didn’t want to think about her past, but it was hard to forget sometimes. A lot of the time. Most of the time, which was why she was so adamant on hiding that part of herself. Why she put on a mask for the people who walked through the doors of her bar. Oh she never really hid the fact that at one point she had been stuck in that godforsaken clan, but she never let people catch onto the fact that at one point she had been helpless, unable to protect herself like how she wanted to. Not until she had become a mother at an age too young for such a thing in the first place. Since then she did everything she could to keep her babies safe, but even then, somethings just were not meant to be.
Still, she had escaped from that life and had made one of her own, away from it all. She had found love, with a good few people, but each time had ended in most ways she couldn’t control. Moxxi had learnt early that a lot of things were out of her control. The most she could do was control herself, and so that was what she did.
But, just for a moment, that control had slipped from her fingers, and now she found herself sneaking around some dingy, dim-lit room, grabbing her clothes from the floor. She could still taste the lingering alcohol on her tongue, along with morning breath, just glad that the figure in the bed was dead asleep and not stirring anytime soon... she hoped.
Quickly moving to dress herself, she scanned the place to get rid of any evidence that she had ever been in the room, knowing that word was going to spread if her bed mate even remembered what had happened. Not that it would make a difference. People already thought she had slept with just about everyone on Pandora, and probably Elpis.
The only things she could do in this moment was get out of there as quickly and as quietly as she could before anyone saw her, and get back to her bar so she could climb the stairs to her room, shower and collapse into bed while quietly drowning in regret.