Closed starter for: @cherrileena Location: Topsy Turvy
Berlioz was having a fine time at the bar that night. He was vibing, sure, but there was also a strange feeling like someone was watching him. That there was a presence there that made him feel off. It wasn't the drugs or alcohol that were causing it. No, he knew from the gut feeling in his stomach there was something off. When he emerged from the bathroom and saw Leena standing nearby the entrance he rose a brow. "Are you following me?" he questioned. "Have you been all night?" He sounded a little paranoid, but seeing her was confirmation his gut was right. "Why can't you ever just leave me alone? You always have to show up at the worst of times," he grumbled. Berlioz tried to keep Leena at like...a ten foot pole's length. Arms length was way too close. He wasn't always kind to her, but he knew she would just make a game out of that to get under his skin more. Berlioz often fell victim to her games as well and that only pissed him off more. Maybe, once upon a time, their paths could have went the same direction and something could have been. That was long past though and the paths have parted so far there was no meeting spot. Berlioz didn't regret that. Leena wasn't a sweet girl. She was a man eating demon with a pretty face. "Why are you standing outside of the bathroom door anyway? Let me through, I have places to be."