over drinks ; chloe & paris
Chloe was nursing her drink of the night as light, jazzy music played over the bar speakers. Maybe it was a little early in the night or maybe it was just too early in the week, but it was rather quiet. The sparkle and shine of the island upon her first arrival had seemed to dull a little, and Chloe was now sipping her cocktail trying to come up with fun things to explore. Morgana’s Terror was still on the table, but the mistress wanted more to do.
“What do you do for fun here?” she asked aloud to the patron beside her, a blond man who had just arrived. Chloe took another sip of her drink as she tilted her head towards him, gaze expectant.
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