by 12:53am, ariel was certain she had heard at least twenty different people whispering about the list. it might’ve been something exciting to talk about, had she not grown tired of it hours ago. the topic was surely exhausted. have you heard about the list? do you think they’ll reveal it? who do you think’s on it? bullshit. she didn’t care anymore. if it was a big deal, then it could be worried about later, when it actually became a problem. worrying about something that might not even be true was a waste of time --- there were PLENTY of other things to be concerned about anyway. rolling her eyes away from the eighth patron to ask her about it, the blonde got to work drying off a glass as she moved down towards the other end of the bar. ❛ please don’t tell me you want to talk about that fucking list, ❜ she moaned to the patron sitting at the end of the bar. ❛ i’m real tired of hearing people’s opinions on the matter. ❜