closed starter for @leftlipstick
sofia’s found a home underneath the neon lights, wasting her free time at underground night clubs more than her actual apartment. it’s her routine, it’s what she’s ultimately used to by now. she could never see herself doing anything else, knowing she’d probably stick to this self destructive path until she died. she could only hope she died fast and young. but tonight seems to be just a little different, the blond not particularly feeling it tonight. she’s oh so bored with it all, even with alcohol and drugs swimming in her system. the room feels as though it’s spinning, shoving past people as she made her way towards the back of the club.
once she’s outside, she lets out a deep breath that had been trapped within her lungs - feeling ten times better. she leans against the wall, still lightly slick with rain that had fallen only an hour or so before. but she doesn’t care about how it stains her clothes, only focused on getting out a cigarette from her purse that may or may not have been more expensive than her entire outfit. as she begins to light the end of the cigarette now nestled comfortably between her lips, sofia couldn’t help but feel eyes on her. but still, she stares straight ahead - more focused on the flame dancing in front of her vision. taking a drag from the cigarette, she briefly glanced over to see that it was none other than a brunette - a pretty one at that. “enjoying the show over there, sweetheart?” she says, pulling the cigarette out of her mouth swiftly as tendrils of smoke fall past her lips.