( @viablood gets a starter. )
silence stretches in a city that lacks much nightlife, street lights flicker on & only those d e s p e r a t e enough dare to wander from the safety of their homes for various reasons. most notable is probably to hit the bars, & she's j u s t as guilty of that as most the inhabitants of this city are. unlike them however; she doesn't dress up --- doesn't see the n e e d to look pretty just to grab a beer & chat up an acquaintance or two. still; heels tap in a steady rhythm against c o n c r e t e sidewalks towards the bar about two blocks from her home. if a studio apartment could be considered a home, that is. delicate fingers smooth the front of her t-shirt; faded emblem across the front promoting a f a v o r i t e band -- 'led zeppelin' & she stops to pick a fuzzy from the cracking paint of the printed shirt.
small hands pull her coat close, leather shifting & pulling taut with a noise of p r o t e s t. zipper yanked up to her chin, coat now effectively covering the shirt & protecting her from the chill of the night air. fingers p u s h within the tight confines of hip pockets upon well fitting skinny jeans; paint & a small rip down the left thigh showing just how well worn those jeans were. the bar comes ever c l o s e r with each step taken, until her elbow is pressing to the door to shove it open with a soft exhale of breath; straight to her usual seat at the bar --- it's c l e a r how often she comes here with the way she's able to pull herself up onto the bar stool with ease. beer placed in front of her with a nod from the bartender; ❛ thanks, jake. ❜