Who: Aly and Thomas/Erebus What: Familiar faces spotting each other. Where: Club Midnight When: (?)Friday evening, 6th April.
Really Aly should have been in a better mood. She had finally signed the paperwork for her new apartment just the day before, somewhere she thought she could learn to like, and with potential for entertaining. She had even managed to move things from the hotel she had been staying in over to the apartment, and have a bed moved in today. The problem was, with everything not in storage then moved in and no desire to do anything as drastic as unpack her things properly, it felt.... empty. She looked around the space and dark thoughts threatened her mood. The absence of her twin was almost a physical pain. She had to get out, so out she would go, and she wouldn't be dragged down, she would live for them both.
Club midnight was her first stop tonight, still sober, which was a sort of tragedy for a Friday night, and would definitely need fixing. A few eyes followed her as she walked in, whether for the dress or just people remembering her from before she left for California, Aly didn't care, as long as they only interacted with her on her own terms. She was just focused on the bar, where she ordered her drink and waited, not even looking around the room.