FOR: @arceneauxx
WHEN: July 24'
WHERE: Ray's Bar. Int. Sat at the bar.
It was a relatively quiet night, which unbenkownst to most customers who didn't spend as much time using their free wifi as she should, Yina spent an awful amount of time here. The untrained eye would miss how a single, lonely woman came here night in and night out, counting her cents to make sure she could stay as long as she needed. Usually brushing peanut crums from her legs, and wiping the some-what sticky surface every day she came back. But for all that she moaned, she quite liked it here. And had since she found the place some five years back.
She'd carved out a little corner, and familiar with the bar staff. To which made her feel like she wasn't completely alone -- despite the fact that they were paid to be here, and she was not. Here, she wasn't surrounded by the obtrusive thoughts that plauged her in her apartment. Her laptop screen illuminated her face from where she sat, the old jukebox choking songs out in the corner while ladies of the night, supposeduly off duty make passes at their unsuspecting victims. If she were a novelist, she could've made thousands off what she saw and overheard in this place. But for $2 beers, she had no complaints whatsoever.
Except maybe a new disinfectant for the bar stop, like seriously. This was where she felt most at home. Shifting her focus back to the reason that she was here, she stretched before her fingers found the keys once more. Tapping away. Just a few more minutes and she'd be into the database. Flyonthewall, one. Competitor, zero.
The ping from her computer had a burst of "Aha, got you." falling from her mouth, before she glanced around, eyes landing on an unfamiliar face as she forced her lips into a tight smile before diverting her gaze. That was not an invitation.
