OPEN TO: Everyone.
LOCATION: Bad Alibi.
TIME: Saturday, January 11th, 2020 at 1:30PM.
@bostonstarters
Starting the weekend with a pair of bloody knees was not something Demi anticipated or wanted, for that matter. The woman had taken a hard tumble after colliding with someone outside on the pavement. The other person in question flew the scene without a trace, mumbling some incoherent profanities under their breath. Demi couldn’t exactly blame them, especially as she does the same thing, hoisting herself from off the ground and into the nearest store.
The sidewalk had ripped right through her stockings, cutting the delicate skin of her knees. With her luck, she ends up in a bar, and she quickly grabs a couple of napkins that were stacked on the counter near the front. Once acquired, she plops down onto a barstool and begins dabbing at her bloodied knees, blowing a strand of perfectly styled hair from her make-up clad face. She was the kind of woman too pretty for situations like this and much too put together. Her injuries and sudden disheveled nature almost seem unnatural from the outside looking in. “These stockings are probably more expensive than that person’s electric bill,” Demi mutters, both to herself and to the onlooker beside her. A quiet sigh sounds from her, continuing to aid her stinging knees. Brown eyes avert towards the person, “Quite a way to start off the new decade. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something.” She says, crumbling the pile of napkins and grabbing a few new ones. “Do you think they have a first-aid kit in this place or what?”
