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š²š»š¾šš“š³ ššš°ššš“š: MIKE + GRETA ( @trustcarterā ) š»š¾š²š°ššøš¾š½: CLAYMORE
ššššš ššššššš ššššš šššššš the bar. After all, Claymore was her place now. There had been very few parts of her life that went by her rules so here? She wasnāt going to let anyone interrupt her peace. However, over the past couple days that had become extraordinarily difficult. She had been here when the chaos erupted. Without a car, no way to get home. That one thought just couldnāt seem to leave her head. However, a familiar face cut through her thoughts as he entered the bar, causing her to turn her gaze from itās fixed place on the wall. While Greta didnāt ordinarily know how to distinguish good people these days, she could easily say Mike was good people. He was kind, made her laugh and it certainly didnāt hurt that she found him easy on the eyes. To summarize, she flashed the other a welcoming smile, leaning against the edge of the bar.Ā āMikeĀ - Iām glad youāre here. Want something to drink? On the house.ā The woman spoke, grabbing a glass from underneath the bar. Pausing for a moment, her face became a bit calmer.Ā āI know you were worried about Sofia.. I saw sheās okay.ā
Ā Ā Ā the news of sofia being found brought a wave of relief to him and yet, instead of being by her side, he was here to drink. mike couldnāt bring himself to go see her like that. partly from not wanting to see sofia bruised and battered, but the memories that could be brought back up from the cage he locked them behind. instead of being a good friend, he found himself here ready to drink himself to death or just enough to give him some courage. michael flashed the beautiful woman that stood behind the bar a smileā the woman that he called a friend. would have been more if he wasn't scared to mess up what they had. he sat down on one of the stools and immediately nodded his head. āgive me your strongest drink.ā his smile faltered a little bit at the mention of her name. he was happy that she was doing okay. it brought him a little bit of peace, but he couldnāt imagine what she must be feeling like. he picked back up his smile as he nodded her head. āworried is an understatement,ā mike rubbed his wrist, the effects of punching his drywall still there. āhow did she look?ā












