well at least it's not tony stark
WHO: breakhisknees and insineration
WHERE: ANOTHER GODDAMN SKEEVY BAR
WHEN: Saturday night? THAT WAS WHEN I FIRST WROTE THIS UP setine don't kill me
WARNINGS: leah pukes on everything; nobody is surprised
SUMMARY: THIRD LOG IN THE LAST TWO MONTHS WHERE LUST AND SOME RANDOM DUDE ACCIDENTALLY MEET UP IN A BAR BECAUSE SHE'S CREEPING ON PEOPLE OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY
FORMAT: lazylog
[OKAY, SO IT'S A BAR AND LUST IS IN IT. Like a proverbial shitty AIM ye olde tavern RPer, she's sitting in the most secluded spot of the bar itself, perched on the stool furthest from the center of action. She's only drinking because it would seem strange for her not to be, given the setting, and she has absolutely no intention of finishing the glass of (shitty) wine that she's nursing. As ever, her focus is switching between a few clusters of loud, shady-looking dudes; also as ever, the neck on her dress is clinched high and loose enough to minimize unwanted attention. Not high enough to eliminate it, of course. It's never quite enough, much to her distaste.
ENTER THE FIRECROTCH??]
WHERE: ANOTHER GODDAMN SKEEVY BAR
WHEN: Saturday night? THAT WAS WHEN I FIRST WROTE THIS UP setine don't kill me
WARNINGS: leah pukes on everything; nobody is surprised
SUMMARY: THIRD LOG IN THE LAST TWO MONTHS WHERE LUST AND SOME RANDOM DUDE ACCIDENTALLY MEET UP IN A BAR BECAUSE SHE'S CREEPING ON PEOPLE OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY
FORMAT: lazylog
[OKAY, SO IT'S A BAR AND LUST IS IN IT. Like a proverbial shitty AIM ye olde tavern RPer, she's sitting in the most secluded spot of the bar itself, perched on the stool furthest from the center of action. She's only drinking because it would seem strange for her not to be, given the setting, and she has absolutely no intention of finishing the glass of (shitty) wine that she's nursing. As ever, her focus is switching between a few clusters of loud, shady-looking dudes; also as ever, the neck on her dress is clinched high and loose enough to minimize unwanted attention. Not high enough to eliminate it, of course. It's never quite enough, much to her distaste.
ENTER THE FIRECROTCH??]