Closed RP with qwiretrolls: Put Another Dime in the Jukebox, Baby
There Bellis was-- sat on a barstool and nursing her drink. Lonely. But what else was new?
The jukebox was playing something she'd heard 1000 times before, but that didn't stop her tapping foot. Just like her history of loneliness didn't stop her hoping that she'd eventually find someone to end it. She'd gone deaf to the infernal racket of both self-berating and the droning music.
Twirling a curl around her finger, she sighed. About time to call it a night. Going back hive alone... again.
Rolling her eyes, she slugged down the last inch of her libation and turned to dismount her perch. Running directly into the hulking mass of an... indigo? It was hard to tell, as his eyes were a solid three feet above her own, but he was certainly hell of a light higher on the spectrum than she was. And handsome. Not that it mattered of course.
"Oh, goodness." A hand pressed to her chest in utter horror at her own behavior. "I... well..." She cleared her throat and took a step back. "I didn't even see you there... somehow. My deepest apologies, Mr...?"
