open to: @lcarningtolovc — april howard muse: sunni dae
THE LITTLE DIVE BAR ON THE CORNER OF REDDICK had become sunni’s regular spot . the patrons were friendly enough and the drinks were extra stiff . the regulars knew sunni at this point , and she easily recognized those who didn’t frequent the spot . there was one person that stood out to her , perched comfortably at the bar . when she turned her head to the side , sunni felt a pang of familiarity . only she didn’t recognize her as a regular ; she recognized her from something she couldn’t quite pinpoint . as sunni moved closer to her , the realization hit . pressing a hand gently to the girl’s shoulder , sunni took the bar stool to the right side of her . “ you — you’re an actress , aren’t you ? ” various emotions flooded sunni’s brain — jealousy , the need to fill her stomach with alcohol , and hey , that girl is . . . gorgeous .