If she wasn’t asked to spend another night here, she would’ve left so much faster. The ash-blonde was starting to get wavy again, losing its straight length. Sokolova knew she’d hate to style it before coming to the bar, so she just allowed it to continue return to its normal state. As long as her bangs were not in her eyes, it was fine. The moment she settled down at the bar, she ordered whiskey with coke.
The people around her were not some honest folk, Zarina knew that but she still remained here. If anything, people didn’t approach her because some knew who she was and some just didn’t want to try it. As her eyes wandered around, the lady noticed a beautiful woman sitting next to her. The bartender knew Sokolova very well, the owner of the bar was always giving her a special room for herself and her team when they were stopping by. Some boot-licker, but her team was happy, so she allowed it to slip.
“Hey, bartender, I’ll pay for what the lady is having. So give me the bill later.” A wave of her hand, the Russian lady turned to look at the brunette once again. Perhaps, staying for one night more was not such a bad idea. Mayhaps, she’d be able to find a diamond in this rotting place. “Sorry, ma’am, the bartender now won’t accept your money. Only my cash, so you can enjoy your evening to the fullest.” She felt generous but also wanted to start a conversation. The direct approach was usual for Zarina, but it wasn’t like she wanted to make the woman indebted to her. Not this time. “What drinks do you prefer? They say you can judge a person by what they’re drinking.”
LONG , PAINTED RED NAILS TAP AGAINST GLASS . the night is young , & she is amongst not familiar , but also not strange faces . there will always be a certain camaraderie amongst those like her , who lived their life on cliff ’ s edge , so to speak . they meshed well with the regular , normal patrons , but violet could always tell . currently , she is left alone ---- rum is doing what he does best , namely charming some older wife of a well - off gentleman on the wrong side of the law . he likes to pretend he ’ s better at it than violet , & violet finds it funny & so indulges him .
it is rare that she must pay for her own drinks . men ( mostly it is men ; men are painfully easy to swindle ) need little prompting to empty their pockets at the right incentive , & violet , if she is in the mood for it , is usually able to spend an entire night at someone else ’ s expense . there are moments when she doesn ’ t wish to , of course , when the game is too bothersome & she would much rather be left alone . for all her game , VIOLET IS NOT A WOMAN WITHOUT MEANS . questionably acquired means , but means nonetheless .
❛ mh, i like a good burgundian red wine , & rose dom perignon . ❜ words slip smoothly off tongue as she turns , one slender leg over the other . eyes widen slightly at the girl ; she is younger , & quite pretty , in a sweet sort of way . ❛ but on nights like this i drink whiskey . ❜ she lifts her glass in a toast , red lips lifting in a smile .
❛ who should i be thanking ? i am adora white . ❜