Mar 22, 2019
Drinking Pals,
Making her way to the nearby bar from the Starlit motel, Abbadon walked into the smell of alcohol and cigarettes as music played and the patrons voices of amusement and sadness mixed well together like any old bar. It wasn't anything special by its looks but like the Starlit, it was more the people inside it that made it what it is.
Leading her way across the bar to one of the corner tables tucked away, Abba took her black leather coat off and placed it on the nearby chair before speaking to one of the tables inhabitants "Hey, Cliff" the petite girl spoke softly but confidently as she pulled her packet of fags out from her pocket before taking her seat. "Don't complain, I know I'm late.. so what did I miss?"