rwadasd (reposemasks) wrote in repose, @ 2019-03-19 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, hannah smith, marta flores |
log: bar with no name, Red & Noir
Who: Noir and Red
What: Meeting in person with no masks
Where: The bar with no name
When: Now-ish *handwave*
Warnings/Rating: tbd
To say that life was complicated was an understatement. Even in the relative quiet that hers had acquired, there were still things that didn't quite mike sense to her, and this was one of them. It had been a long time since she'd met anyone like this after a party, and this hadn't even been one of the special ones. Or whatever you wanted to call it when something else took the wheel on the entire town. No, this one had been in the city, and she'd been her for every moment of it, a thought that painted a flush across her cheeks. She'd never really been one for modesty, but the thought of the woman in red, down on her knees...
She didn't have as much of a history of hooking up with women as with men, but she still caught herself thinking of that night from time to time. She had no idea what to expect from this meeting, but the not-knowing was part of why she found herself walking into the bar.
Black jeans tight on her legs, a low-heeled black boot, and a shirt she'd found by chance in a shop. As a last touch, she'd managed to find one lone red hairtie among the tangle that she kept on her dresser-top, and used it to pull her hair into a high ponytail. It was the only color she wore, and stood out in her dark hair. She felt a little goth in the outfit, but at least she'd foregone any sort of smoky black eyeliner that would've really sent it over the top.
She was a little nervous, walking into the building, worried about who she might see working there, but she hadn't wanted to argue with her anonymous party companion, if this was where she felt comfortable. Glad to see no one else she knew, Noir slipped onto a stool at the bar and ordered herself a coke. No rum, no Jack - just the soda. With drink in hand, she turned herself toward the stage and watched the girl move under the lights. The dancer looked good up there, enough to keep the attention of the men down front as well as the young woman at the bar, waiting for someone to join her.