of drinks and dubious decisions
@justicescales
Your portfolio lays abandoned at the foot of your bar stool, a reminder of why you came here in the first place. You’re sure you saw a notice that there would be a networking event with all the biggest names in art and culture -- okay, not the biggest names; you’re not high enough up in Fib for that. But you’re trying!
Anyways, a few people showed up to drink, but they’re the sort who come here every evening to drink. You don’t know how they made it to this tier of Fib, honestly. Well, at least they’re serving stronger shit than Faygo here. You might as well enjoy yourself.
By the time the tealblood finds you, you’re flushed cerulean, wobbling a bit in your seat. She’s familiar, you think -- didn’t you try harassing her before?
“Heeeeeey, I knowe you! You’re coole. Sit nexte to me and be coole with me, okay?”
You pat the seat next to yours and somehow manage not to fall on your ass in the process.
