Who: Madeleine Bradley and Jayden Tanaka When: April 14th, 2049 Where: Loralie's Pub Rating: PG-13 (subject to change, depending on who responds) Summary: Another night at the bar for Madeleine. Warnings: Er... It's Maddy? If a female replies, there will likely be arguments. If a male replies, there will be hitting on. Either is more than welcome! (This may also be edited later, along with the rating, depending on who replies.)
Madeleine Bradley drank her second martini of the night. She'd spaced the drinks out, ordering a bit of food with them. Being completely intoxicated was rather undesirable, after all.
The floor flashed with the pulsing beat of the music, and she rocked her head slightly to the music. She was dressed appropriately for the setting. She won't wear a mini-skirt. She has more class than that. A knee-length full skirt, though, is perfectly acceptable, along with a sleeveless red shirt that buttons up the front and presents a rather low v-neck. She wore a necklace, an onyx on a silver chain, the stone hanging just slightly above the neck of the shirt.
Some of her hair was pulled back, the rest, under it, loose. Onyx earrings matched the necklace, and she'd painted her lips a vibrant red to match the top. Other makeup was carefully applied, neither too much nor too little.
She was still disappointed over the loss of her most recent beau. Losing a man to his wife! Had she gotten that boring? No, she told herself. The woman must have decided that she'd allow her husband to use the gentle restrains he'd wanted to or perhaps she'd allowed him to introduce toys. Maybe both.
Richard was quite a loss, Madeleine considered as she touched her necklace, drinking her martini. He'd bought her this necklace. Not as expensive as other gifts, no, but it was rather nice. Besides, he'd been damn good in bed.
A novel had been her only companion last night. She supposed she didn't mind a break sometimes, but it had felt rather unsatisfactory to fall asleep knowing she hadn't had a partner that day and didn't already have one lined up for the next.
Still, that was what bars were for. There was a very good chance that she could find someone to take home tonight. Or even get to a car. Or parking garage. Or their apartment. Or something. She wasn't too particular about where she got her fix.
Another sip of her martini, and she discreetly glanced around the room, considering her options.