@madame-mxna ❃ closed. location: natalie clifford barney salon, late night
Amid the haze of smoke that overtook the music room of Natalie Barney’s estate (of which there was no telling the source, as there wasn’t just one) Arturo found himself, as he did most nights, in the company of Madame Mona. Not only did she make for good company, but he knew that if he stuck around long enough there was a very good chance he could siphon some pills, powder, or herb from her as she indulged. Finally, he thought upon meeting the Hophead for the very first time, someone who knows the same demons.
Atop a chaise he lounged, and watched as a young man made eyes at Mona from across the room. This was not an uncommon occurrence, as most people could not keep from looking at the artist when she was in the room, no matter who else was there. It was one of the many things that drew Arturo to her.
“Please tell me he is not one of your entourage,” he teased the moment she looked away from the youth. “I never know who is in or out anymore.”