Who: Abigail Johnson and Sara Lance When: Monday Where: Verdant What: Hi, Mom! Warnings: Maybe language? Status: Closed/In-Progress
She could barely see over the barstool but managed to clamour up to sit at the bar. The lights were distracting in all good ways. Her feet kicked back and forth, hitting against the stool's legs but never against the actual bar. Close enough, but never doing the damage. Like it was a game.
Smiling brightly, Abigail leaned over the bar. She was almost climbing up onto it when she saw the familiar face she had been looking for. "Mommy!" Seated on the bar now, cross-legged in a rather frilly pink dress, she clapped her hands excitedly.