WHERE: that bar nel works at. WHO: @eleanor-walsh & nate.
You know where to find me, she’d said. It had been the confidence with which she’d said it-- like she’d known he’d come find her-- that had him avoiding the place for weeks. It was out of principle, he told himself. He hadn’t thought about her at all, he told himself. He was only at this bar because showing up at Fear Knot was a guaranteed fight. It had nothing to do with her.
Except she’d presented him with an idea, dark and alluring. The insinuation that perhaps there was a price. Curiosity made him want to know what it was, wanted to push those boundaries he hadn’t realized existed. He didn’t look up as he slid into an empty barstool in the corner. It wasn’t a particularly busy night and for that, he was thankful. He kept his eyes downcast, even as he fished his wallet from his pocket, even as he felt her approach. Even as he set down five hundred dollar bills onto the polished bartop and slid them toward her. A challenge, maybe. “Surprise me.”