ꜜ ﹙ 🪞 ﹚ ﹕ henrietta had been here too many times, could still remember the first time she had snuck into this bar, couple of years shy from legality, just to watch red creek's newest shitty garage band, with dreams too big for a place they could never break out of. but the ambiance was certainly impeccable despite being a cemetery of broken dreams. that was the only reason she was even here now ﹕ redstone was still that place where she could just sit back and unwind, not as chaotic as the warehouse, whiskey glass held between her fingers, the warmth sliding down her throat and catching in her bones. here, she could just drown out the noise, letting it all become a whisper as the spinning in her head slowed to a throb she could live with. and then she heard someone call out that name— FINCH ! she heard it, and it drew her attention like a thread through the room, pushing through the crush of shoulders and laughter against her better judgment, following that name through the dense air of sweat and unfiltered smoke until she was close enough to see him clearly. call it curiosity, wondering how he turned out after all these years ﹕ but all she could see was that familiar face, passage of time had definitely been carved into him, a little more tired, a little less welcoming. and there was a sentiment simmering inside her, but she had other things to worry about than old friends. but there was also a desire to just talk, to take a closer look even if she'd do nothing about it in the end. so henrietta stood still, eyes fixed on him for a moment, before she spoke, the words rolling out sharp, like she couldn't keep them inside any longer. “ you're what, twenty-six ? and people still call you that ? grow up. ” @t3nets
