Fellow Socialite | Dr. Steinman x Ava Tate |
(Starter for @cubism-as-medicine)
Ava was hardly interested in the dull crooning of whatever woman was singing tonight. She sounded similar to a screeching crow, and the only thing making it even barely tolerable, were the free drinks that just kept coming. The actress had no idea who, but she thanked them silently each time she finished one off and another one just appeared.
The song ended and Ava was just about to sigh in relief, when she heard the piano start again. Dropping her head into her hand, she sighed, feeling a migraine on the brink of taking over. She had barely noticed anyone around her, waving off the one or two brave souls that stepped over to ask if she was alone. With a wave of her hand and a sharp glare, it usually sent the kiddies packing, but when the bar stool next to her squeaked, she didn’t even look up, hoping it wasn’t for her. She felt the person’s eyes on her and she sighed again, not even worrying about glancing up.
“I don’t plan on giving you my number unless you get that crow to stop. Otherwise, I’m thoroughly uninterested, thank you.”