𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 (insolence) wrote in worldsapart_ic, @ 2019-02-05 09:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | xx_noell pascal |
I thought you were familiar
WHO: Noell Pascal & Konstantyn Lowman
WHAT: Former acquaintances being reacquainted
WHERE: Midnight
WHEN: Wednesday; 5th. Feb 2019
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
From time to time, Noell made the effort to not be a complete shit. Now, those times were few and far between, reserved for when she was feeling like she should be especially gracious for whatever reason -usually because she needed something from someone, but not always. For now, she was perfectly content to sit in the company of exceptionally attractive women, sipping on her drink while she did so.
It did nothing for her, sure, but it was for the aesthetic, and frankly Midnight was all about aesthetic.
Kicking back in a booth, a beautiful redhead dancing while she had the pleasure of a possible siren's company, Noell was barely paying enough attention to the rest of the club to bother about what was going on around her. At least until a flash of blond and sunglasses caught her eye. Who the hell wore sunglasses in a nightclub? Unless it was someone famous attempting to not be seen in the place, but that was stupid because that just drew attention.
It split Noell's focus just a little, over to the bar where the long line of the female sat, a kick of familiarity knocking at Noell, because there was something familiar. Familiar enough that Noell got frustrated enough to pry herself away from the stunning entertainment she was with to head over to the bar, sliding her empty glass to the bartender for a refill and turning to take in the blond.
"Shit, I thought you were familiar, I didn't realise this familiar." God, it have been like almost a century since she saw those fucking cheekbones.