Who: Meeghan and Rachelle
Where: Club LA
When: Monday Evening - October 4
Well. This was one of the harder things Rachelle had ever done. When she woke up from her coma, she'd sworn to herself to make amends with everyone she'd ever had issues with. And the highest one on the list right now? One Meeghan Gregory. For multiple reasons, but right now... one in particular. She'd gotten word that the singer was hanging out tonight at Club LA, and so, after making sure Neely was occupied, Chelle threw on a baggy Steelers jersey and tight jeans, throwing her hair back into a ponytail, and headed to the club, waiting until she saw the other woman walking towards the back. She followed, finally calling out to her. "Hey. Meeghan... I think it's time we talk again. Seriously... let me buy you a drink, ok?"
Meeghan had barely settled herself in at a table in the back with the thought of enjoying a drink as she listened to the new talent the club had hired as a semi replacement for her when she heard someone addressing her. "Free speech is one of the amendments." The ebony haired singer returned with a bit of sarcasm. If Rachelle wanted to talk then far be it from Meeghan to try and stop her. The girl, though, could find herself in a one sided conversation.
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