it was practically tradition for her to hit the closest bar to the theatre after she performed. if anna ( not vi ) planned to get proper rowdy she’d put a party on at her hotel, but for now a bar would do. she’s well aware she’s not quite as recognisable now that she’s taken most of her avaunt guard make up off, that she’s in leather pants, tank top and a red leather jacket. her body aches, but she ignores it. she needs some company that she didn’t pay for and didn’t have her best interests in hand.
though a few of her people were milling around, the rest had been given the go ahead to head to the hotel if they preferred. it was just around the corner anyway. arms rest on the bar ( hopefully she won’t be taking the stickiness home with her, but it was a possibility ) and she lets out a yawn. she is tired, after all, she IS still human, but that didn’t stop her from planning to party into the wee hours. it only takes a moment of distraction for anna to move away from the bar ( had already planned to have a couple of bottles of everything to her booth, had given the heads up early and they had agreed ) and to follow someone who she vaguely recognized.
she knows better than to tap them on the shoulder, instead she bypasses her and stands in her way. ❝ hey. just wanted to say that i really liked your jacket and uh your piercings. they’re cool. ❞ is she hitting on her ? absolutely. not much would stop her from doing so. after all, anna had quite a few of the same piercings as her. // 🤖 @deifrm LIKED FOR A STARTER FROM ANNA JONES FOR LISBETH SALANDER.