Status: closed @cvnnon
Location: Restricted Access
Restricted Access is a nice, welcomed distraction, taking her away from The Broom Closet and the apartment so clearly missing the third piece to the now broken trio. Here, there’s nothing screaming at her that River should be here. Under the pretty lights and pageantry, nothing is real. Temporary disassociation from the real world. It’s easy to smile and charm, to bat her lashes and be someone’s living fantasy for the night. She needs this make believe just as much as the people watching her in the audience.
Stepping off stage, Bowie goes through the usual motions of working the crowd. Flirting, letting her fingertips gently brush across an arm or two, talking so sweet it could get her into a wonderful kind of trouble. Her eyes drift to a familiar and unlikely friend, a smile pulling at her lips as she makes her way towards him. “I see they just let anybody in here,” Bowie greets Striker fondly with a hug. The greeting comes a long way from when they first met, when she cussed him out in this very room. After a few choice words and easy forgiveness, she loves her some Striker. “Hey, baby! How you been? You’ve been staying out of trouble, or you been causing it?” She teases him.
