Who: Grace & Open What: Drinking to deal with her pain. Where: Verdant When: Night of her arrival [Backdated] Warnings: Medium most likely for her mouth cause yeah, she has no filter. Status: Open, In progress.
Grace drowned the rest of the whiskey that was in the bottle that had been in her hand when she showed up here. Her mind was reeling from the fact she was in the future and the place was still standing, but also with the news she had learned about her sister. All she knew was Arthur better not fuck up Sexy Suzy because if she found her car a mess when she returned, then Arthur was not going to have to worry about the bomb implanted in their skull. Cause she’d probably kill him for messing with her baby girl.
After acquiring about places to hit up, she decided to check out this Verdant place. Noticing very quickly it was a nightclub. These types of places still existed though with more shadiness usually going on than what she could see already, but it wasn’t a place she hit up often enough unless there was a reason. Dressed in very short shorts and a tank top that exposed the tattoo on her back. She went to the bar, ordering herself some whiskey for the time being. Taking her drink, she went to sit off to the side, watching the dance floor just as someone came up behind her. The hand on her ass caused her to roll her eyes. Even in the future, men were still asses who thought they could touch anything they want. “One warning for you to remove your hand or else,” she warned and when the hand did not move, she turned with a smile. Looking around before bringing her knee up to his groin with a smile, patting his head, “I warned you, dipshit.” Pushing him to the dance floor to suffer from the knee, she moved to find a seat and slipped into it. Enjoying her drink as she tried to decide what food she felt like ordering. Ignoring the fact, she probably should’ve had some food before drinking, but her system was used to alcohol more than it was used to food being in it.