█ ▌mere acquaintances. ░ n ✕ z.
[ ♕ ] She's been to this place numerous times beforehand, every time she's here it's either to drink her reality away from her mind to fall into her dreams or just to see the performers over on the corner on stage. Again, she could care less about another's actions because it's none of her business but when it comes to taking notice of one's pride and performing in front of others then it's something she admires. Because she's there hidden under the neon lights, doing what she was forced and pressured to do and be.
When she had other dreams like an artist or somewhere along the lines of being in groups with people to make life better. Though she's not doing that is she? She had other plans, assigned to murder those who have a double life underground connected with ties and corrupting innocent lives -- it's a shame the world has to turn out the way it does currently.
Naeun's monochrome hues were flickered over at the performer, mic in hand with a beanie resting on the top of his forehead. Words of poetry and emotions were poured out of his lips, feelings were hidden long ago only to be revealed through his words; a rap. She knows, even though she doesn't listen to that type of genre of music. Though it's creative, she envies that. Even though she didn't personally know the male who was on stage currently, she did applaud him once in a while for his hard work. They spoke at least four times prior, just simple conversations before his friends drags him away from the lounge or bar area though she's not complaining. The female wasn't good with company anyways, always considering herself as a bore to another's eyes.
So when he's done with his set, the palm of her hands were pressed against one another numerous times when she claps. Her lips twitched into a coy smile but nothing too obvious, her fingers made its way back to a familiar location; a shot glass and she engulfs the liquid to let herself breath despite the stuffy atmosphere. Smoke dipping out of random people's tiers when a small space is appearing in them but nevertheless she couldn't exactly complain. Wanting to protest only to be cut off when the familiar acquaintance appeared besides her, occupied the stool besides hers as she greeted him per usual.
"Lovely performance as always, dear. Shot?" She asked, lifting up her empty glass as an example -- a mere kind offering for him to take even if they weren't the best of friends.
