Bells (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} strangesecrets) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nevermore_logs,@ 2013-10-04 16:39:00 |
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WHEN: Friday night
WHERE: A strip club
WHAT: Fancy seeing you here, little one.
WHAT: mentions of drugs
Strip clubs were Semele's sort of place. There was something about those gyrating women that reminded her of the maenads of old, enticing and dangerous and sometimes so drugged out of their skulls that they didn't even know what was going on. Sometimes she found a dark corner with them, where it could be all lips and hands and slipped packages of powder.
But tonight when she entered the club it wasn't one of the girls she went towards, but the dark haired man leaning over his drink. With a smile she walked over, grabbing a whiskey glass from a passing tray and sitting down across from him. "Hello, sexy."