Status: Closed
Location: The Warehouse
@ofxhera
We just have to go to this bar! Her friend had exclaimed excitedly despite Adeline’s protest. She preferred her usual spots, not only because of her clients but because Adeline liked to play a dangerous little game of almost being caught when preppy and drunk magazine writers (they called themselves journalists, but Adeline knew they were writing for Seventeen- a dead magazine) would approach her with fervor and a need to get a statement. It was cute and she liked the attention, she always did in her own little way. So when her friend suggested some no name place, Adeline thought that this would be her charitable duty for the day: exposure to those who needed it.
It was cute, sure. The drinks were okay, she had had better but at least they didn’t have the audacity to even think about charging for water. Her friend was currently chatting up some guy but Adeline assured her she’d be fine. As a shadow loomed over her, Adeline turned to look at the source and raised an eyebrow at the woman who vaguely looked familiar but everyone in this city looked familiar. Must’ve been a fan. “Need something, darling?”
