waitress uniform tossed in a heap in the corner of her bedroom, abandoned with ease, she cleanses the scent of bacon from her pores, scrubbing feverishly before slipping into her favoured little raven dress. fiery tresses billowing down her back in gentle waves, the emerging starlet flees the mundane for the thrumming nightlife of new york city. a little flirting & a fake number offered to the bouncer was her golden ticket into the wonderland of drunkards & debauchery, joining the hoard congregated on the dance floor.
the beat of the music courses through her entire frame, hips swaying as she becomes the centre of attention, without a care in the world, playful glances exchanged with many, her laughter & lust for life purely infectious. once her thirst grows glaringly evident, mary jane trots to the bar, many a glance spared in her direction as she arrives to order her classic whiskey on the rocks. plump bottom lip caught between her teeth, she waits for the bartender to fulfill her request, a heel hooked artfully into a bar stool to aid her in hoisting & leaning just enough to snag a bowl of untouched pretzels from behind the bar. with her various billboard shoots looming, she couldn’t afford some communicable disease from a bowl of munchies.