WHERE: starlight tavern. WHO: @bashlandry & opal.
It was no longer Halloween season, but this bitch was still so fucking haunted. All the ghosts of her past had seemed to line up one by one to take their shots at her and she was so tired. Seeking refuge in the kind of bar in the part of town she figured neither Ruben nor Caleb would go, she sat alone sipping a martini alone. The longer she sat, the angrier she got. She was tired of owing people things: money, explanations, her time. She’d come here to take it all back.
And wasn’t the world such a fucking jokester.
But as her eyes landed on a man across the bar, her interest piqued. Nothing about him was her usual mark-- in fact, it was possible he was homeless, now that she was really looking at him-- but that was what had her moving toward him. She didn’t have to plan for the perfect moment to slide her hand into his pockets or bat her eyelashes just enough to get him to buy her a free drink. No, this was a choice without strings.
So, she slid into the empty stool beside him. Propping her chin on her hand, she tilted her head in his direction. “Truth or dare?”
