“I’m with you.” Rhiannon plucked the lime wedge from her drink and tossed it on a saggy napkin. She tipped the glass again and captured a piece of ice with her teeth. Its crunch was audible over murmured conversation and piano music piping through speakers. It was her second drink and despite having a decent tolerance, the bartender had made them strong enough for the slayer to feel warmth spreading in her belly. The tension in her neck was subsiding, too. She saw lipstick on the glass rim. Rhiannon touched her fingertips to the corners of her mouth.
“I bet people come here a lot just to say they’ve done it.” She looked around. The furniture was lush and soft. A low stage took up one wall, though it was unoccupied for the time being. The ceiling recessed in places to soften the acoustics. It was a nice refurbish. Still, she wasn’t crazy about the vibe. When she picked up a demonic presence on the street, Rhiannon got pumped. Pick it up in a place full of innocent people and it just made her think of lambs on the way to slaughter.
She watched a gentleman place his hand on the small of a woman’s back. He led her into the lobby. Wedding rings flashed on both of their hands. Nothing amiss there.
“That’s why I’m here.” Rhiannon reconsidered. “Well, not to say I’ve been here, but to see it for myself.” She rubbed her lips together and observed her bar buddy. There was a calm presence to the blonde, something she liked instinctively. “I’m Rhiannon.”
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on 2013-09-05 06:35 pm (UTC)“I bet people come here a lot just to say they’ve done it.” She looked around. The furniture was lush and soft. A low stage took up one wall, though it was unoccupied for the time being. The ceiling recessed in places to soften the acoustics. It was a nice refurbish. Still, she wasn’t crazy about the vibe. When she picked up a demonic presence on the street, Rhiannon got pumped. Pick it up in a place full of innocent people and it just made her think of lambs on the way to slaughter.
She watched a gentleman place his hand on the small of a woman’s back. He led her into the lobby. Wedding rings flashed on both of their hands. Nothing amiss there.
“That’s why I’m here.” Rhiannon reconsidered. “Well, not to say I’ve been here, but to see it for myself.” She rubbed her lips together and observed her bar buddy. There was a calm presence to the blonde, something she liked instinctively. “I’m Rhiannon.”