Take a seat, take a drink, and then drown your life away
Who: Nicoleta and anyone who wants a drink/party. So this is opeen~
When: 8PM, Nicoleta's last hour at work, November 24th
Where: Chueca
What: Have some fun at Chueca and meet the lovely bartender who might just decide to not serve you.
Alive. Vivid.
The place was dimly lit by a couple of colored lights; the warm, blinking colors cooperated much too well with the upbeat Latin music that served as the vitality of the party. Nicoleta was in a simple black v-neck tight-fitting shirt that clung close to her curves along with normal denim skinny jeans. She didn't particularly feel fancy that night, especially on a boring Wednesday. A newcomer would be appalled by the flashy lights, grinding on the dance floor, making out, and whatever else but Nicoleta was way over that. It was all becoming too obnoxious.
A leg over the other behind the counter, an arm propped up with her cheek resting against her fist, and a cigarette between her lips, Nicoleta lividly stared at the clock. With her attention whisked away, she paid no mind to anyone else who approached the counter.
"Fucking hell. When is it going to be nine?" She muttered as she parted her lips from the cigarette before growling blatantly, "Fuucking boooredd!"
When: 8PM, Nicoleta's last hour at work, November 24th
Where: Chueca
What: Have some fun at Chueca and meet the lovely bartender who might just decide to not serve you.
Alive. Vivid.
The place was dimly lit by a couple of colored lights; the warm, blinking colors cooperated much too well with the upbeat Latin music that served as the vitality of the party. Nicoleta was in a simple black v-neck tight-fitting shirt that clung close to her curves along with normal denim skinny jeans. She didn't particularly feel fancy that night, especially on a boring Wednesday. A newcomer would be appalled by the flashy lights, grinding on the dance floor, making out, and whatever else but Nicoleta was way over that. It was all becoming too obnoxious.
A leg over the other behind the counter, an arm propped up with her cheek resting against her fist, and a cigarette between her lips, Nicoleta lividly stared at the clock. With her attention whisked away, she paid no mind to anyone else who approached the counter.
"Fucking hell. When is it going to be nine?" She muttered as she parted her lips from the cigarette before growling blatantly, "Fuucking boooredd!"