who: @criminaltypes (sonny) where: old rider bar
𝐛𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫, phone pressed to her ear, regretting every decision that had led her to the old rider. chief among them, agreeing to an informal but work-related meeting here. but when someone with more power than you suggested their ‘favorite dive bar’ (that also happened to be your old stomping ground) to meet, you agreed. and then the bastard canceled. “no, i did confirm,” she snapped into her phone, voice sharp but not loud enough to break the quiet code the bar operated on. “twice. email and text.” she paused, listening, expression tightening before she cut back in, “because i was trying to be accommodating. and look where the fuck that got me. this is the last time i agree to a meeting in some shithole bar.” she hissed between teeth, ending the call with a decisive jab of her thumb and letting out a long sigh. the weight of being noticed only settled in a moment later as she turned her head slightly, catching a man beside her in her periphery. lips pressed into a thin line before she shrugged it off. “i used to come here all the time. i’m allowed to call it that,” she said to him before flagging down the bartender with a quick, exasperated lift of her hand. “term of endearment. or whatever.”
