@fearawaits
four years. that was how long addison had been running, jumping from town to town just to keep herself sane. in and out of shitty extended stay motels, working transient jobs to line her pockets with only enough for lodging and food. tonight, however, addison found herself drinking her dinner, jean laden bottom pressed to the polyester seat of some shitty bar stool.
it was uncomfortable, his gaze against her profile. typically, the brunette would have ignored just a blatant display of practically obsessive interest. but when her eyes scanned to her left she found a familiarity that had her stomach in knots.. the sort of feeling that had words forcing themselves from tightly pressed lips in an attempt to combat unacknowledged loneliness. “are you just gonna stare or buy me a drink?” she spoke, voice low and uninterested. it was unlike her to reach out for anyone and this she would merely blame on a carnal need. it had afterall been sometime since she had been touched by a hand other than her own.
