status: closed to asher winston | @postremorisu
date: july 15th
location: the witches brew
The Witches Brew was not a place Maddison had ever dared to step foot in, the idea of mingling with monsters from every creed and hell hole seemed absurd. But with weeks having passed since the masquerade and madness that had followed, the last place she wanted to visit was her newly frequent haunt at The Archer. Settling into one of several empty barstools she had barely taken a sip of her first drink when the high pitch squeal of a woman from accross the bar suddenly drew her from her reverie and she turned as many others did toward a pair that looked as though they should have been cut off several rounds prior. But alas it wasn’t the woman but in fact her present company that drew Maddison’s attention, hazel hues settling upon the familiar face of a certain werewolf in what she could only assume was some semblance of a drunken stupor. She couldn’t even remember a time where she had seen him in such a state, nevertheless he had made it very clear that any and all form of connection that may have tethered them together by a string had since been severed. Turning back in her seat she wasted little time downing the contents of her vessel, there was going to be much more needed where that came from if she was to endure the scene unfolding behind her.
