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✿ a s t o r i a ✿ (hothouse_flower) wrote in lockewood,

The young man that walked in was attractive. The place didn’t do a roaring trade, which was good if she was going to work her, as she had no experience. They also made a decent martini, which was better, as she would likely be a frequent customer. He scanned the room, and Pansy wondered if he was looking for someone, or if people popped up around here with the kind of frequency that one always had to have a look around. His eyes rested on her briefly and she did nothing to discourage him. Maybe it was just because she was new; maybe she caught his eye. Maybe it was because he was fairly attractive; maybe it was because she was lonely…

“I have found that it is much better to have company when being amused… there is something depressing about being left to… amuse… oneself,” Pansy told the bloke with the slightest tilt of her glass in the direction of the seat next to her. “Pansy...,” she added by way of introduction. While she did not recognize him from school, he was older… and slightly familiar – if slightly pink. But this place made the social niceties of figuring out who a person was by process of elimination nearly impossible. It was messing with her in more ways than one… rather than think about it, Pansy took a sip of her drink.