location — 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎
her date tonight is a slick, white-teethed stock broker with pale blonde hair and the worst conversational skills she’s ever incurred her life. for the past twenty minutes she’s watched him tremble over his plate like someone is holding a gun to his head. she picks at the remains of her asparagus with a pained expression before escaping to the bar. she sidles up to emeris with a wry smile on her face in recognition. “you know you were my favorite bartender before you decided to join up with the stallions. it’s a damn shame. think you could make one for old times sake?” // @thcrnruined







