open. | jordan king @ anyone just please read (the shortest) bio (in the world) first
following a map for months on end can steer you to ironically forget where you are. every new place bleeds into the next and the last, until you only have accents to guess from; and the obnoxious welcome signs you see every now and then but they weren’t currently present. jordan had finished her set about an hour ago, it wasn’t her usual gig. the crowd being a lot older than she was used to, there were some familiar customers, of course not the same as before.
‘ring my bell’ by anita ward vibrated through the air and against her skin slightly as her arms leaned on the bar in front of her. it was a nice change, knowing her van was outside, and she was allowed to spend the night. she felt like she could properly relax for the first time in a while. a few whiskey and colas in already, she was happily sat dancing to herself; until she caught sight of someone watching her, unsure of how long it had been her face blushed red before she began laughing.