InsaneJournal

She couldn't remember the last time someone had been so easy to talk to in such short amount of time. Was it the anonymity of the screen? Or real chemistry? The only way to know that was to remove the screens. When he had suggested drinks it seemed like the way. And she didn't have to be flush with coin. She would share what seemed to be the only bottle she would ever see again. And she already knew Jason was worthy of it.

She didn't bother changing from what she had worn for her last client, she'd gone up to her apartment grabbed the bottle, as soon as it was closing time. But she didn't enter the door, she felt the barrier, weak as it was, at the threshold, she knocked. She would need an invite in.

Bryn rocked back on the five inch black heeled boots. She had gone for a innocent farm girl look. Blue checked flannel unbuttoned and tied, though if one looked too hard they would notice the buttons were gone, high rise skinny jeans, where tucked into the boots. Paired with the double braids that sat on her shoulders, she thought she pulled off the look well. And it wasn't horribly indecent to meet her new friend in. The black bottle dangled from her grip, as she waited.