❝ everyone here thinks they know who i am. ❞
please read my rules !
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She doesn’t notice the other girl for a while,
it’s only when she knocks one of the bottles to
the floor and it shatters and she has to get up and
move her seat, taking one next to the blonde, and
looking at her with a sheepish smile.”I hope they’re not too pissed about that.”
she sees the bottle start to drop, considers trying
to catch it but doesn’t; she had never had good
reflexes, what makes her think she could catch
a bottle mid-fall? she’s brought back from her
wishful thinking when the girl sits next to her and
speaks, bringing a small smile to her lips.
" nah, i’m sure it’ll be fine. they have tons more in the back. “
( dragomxr liked this for a starter. )
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She’s playing with the empty bottles on
the bar, dully arranging them in a group, red
lips pursed. This is what happens when you
hangout at a bar to avoid responsibilities, you
end up half sober and bored out of your skull.
she’s been stood up. she’s been stood up, and now she’s
sitting at a bar alone, halfway hoping he’ll still show up
and halfway wanting to go home already. she’s not quite
sure exactly what keeps her there, but the lady playing
with the bottles captures her attention and she watches,
absently.