Feb 16, 2018
@noctevigent
Wetting her lips, the Witch looked around the bar, happy to be inside and warm, instead of out on patrol. Really. This was great. Not a single regret. To her left was a witch who had clearly seen better years, to her right, a long haired man with very strikingly pretty eyes. “You!” She chirped brightly gesturing to the man with her drink which she narrowly avoided spilling on the bar. “You look like a good time..who are you?”