“sorry the bar’s a bit packed. halloween gets people a bit too keen to get drunk. i can squeeze you in up here.” marlene called out to the girl who had just come in, pointing to the only stool left in front of her. they had had a steady flow of customers all night, and marlene had to admit she was rather thankful for it. it kept her distracted, focused on the stories that everyone had to say instead of whatever nightmare her mind wanted to remind her of tonight. “what can i get you?”
( @msgvidcdghsts for helena kyle )











