@fxrbidden-dxsires.
she didn’t have any right to be in the club, but it’s not like the patriarchical society she lived in made it a difficult accomplishment. with a low cut top and a barely there skirt the bouncer had not even glanced at her fake id before letting her inside. now she sat at the bar with a drink, slipping the straw between her lips as her gaze fell back towards the man she’d noticed staring. he was attractive; short brown hair and broad shoulders, and standing maeve approached him, sliding into the seat next to him with a smile, “if you’re going to keep staring like that i think i’ll have to insist you buy me a drink.”