rp - very much open
Blue is seated at the bar, her eyes scanning the room desperately for Jade and Lu, both of whom seem to have disappeared. Again. She can barely make out faces in the crowd, there's so much smoke clouding the room; one of the legs of her barstool is a little shorter than the others, so every time she shifts the stool wobbles underneath her. She's tried leaning against the counter, but it feels sticky and disgusting against the exposed skin of her back (she mutters a curse at this, wishing she hadn't let Jade talk her into wearing such a ridiculous, revealing dress). She's holding a glass of some sour, bitter alcohol, although it's more of a prop than anything else; she's fighting a migraine from a combination of the smoke and the throbbing country music reverberating through the place.
If she had any idea how to get home on her own, she'd just get up and leave; as it is, she just sighs and hopes (rather optimistically) for someone who isn't a complete Neanderthal to strike up a conversation with her or, at the least, give her some aspirin.
If she had any idea how to get home on her own, she'd just get up and leave; as it is, she just sighs and hopes (rather optimistically) for someone who isn't a complete Neanderthal to strike up a conversation with her or, at the least, give her some aspirin.