11-19-2018, 09:57 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]Perhaps it would come as a vast surprise that Agathe actually enjoyed these types of venues, seeing them as an excuse to wear something relatively new amidst her wardrobe of black jeans and grey shirts. In particular, the red dress she had selected for this evening - short and scarlet and absolutely unadorned by anything save a daring plunge in the neckline - certainly broke her routine of monotone colors, and after being paired with a lipstick in a similar shade, there was no denying the fact that she looked different. Even her platinum hair, usually braided indefinitely, was free from its binding, flowing over her shoulders and down her back as she idly surveyed the room, hands on hips.
She was not much of a drinker but preferred the act of consuming alcohol over making chitchat with a stranger. She might appreciate the atmosphere of these types of places - love it, even - but she was still antisocial to a fault. At least the bar seemed relatively unpopulated compared to the rest of the place. "I'll take a raspberry mojito," She instructed the bartender, golden eyes anywhere but his face as he accepted her card and returned a few moments later with her drink. She had just taken a sip when she heard Tommy's voice, chair swiveling so that she might watch them instead. "A club is hardly a place to take someone home from," She observed, voice clipped and short. One night stands had always perplexed her, but she'd leave it at that. "Half of these people are too drunk off of their asses anyways- all they want is some sleep."
She was not much of a drinker but preferred the act of consuming alcohol over making chitchat with a stranger. She might appreciate the atmosphere of these types of places - love it, even - but she was still antisocial to a fault. At least the bar seemed relatively unpopulated compared to the rest of the place. "I'll take a raspberry mojito," She instructed the bartender, golden eyes anywhere but his face as he accepted her card and returned a few moments later with her drink. She had just taken a sip when she heard Tommy's voice, chair swiveling so that she might watch them instead. "A club is hardly a place to take someone home from," She observed, voice clipped and short. One night stands had always perplexed her, but she'd leave it at that. "Half of these people are too drunk off of their asses anyways- all they want is some sleep."
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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