LUSEA
People I would rather not see ever again in my life: Half of Korofi. Sunny's father. The little blonde midwife.
Two out of three isn't awful, I suppose. But oh, that third one stings. I almost turn around and walk out when I see her in the bar- almost, but not quite, because fuck if I'm going to let her take something else away from me. No, I've faced far more frightening people than Phoebe Steadman, people who have hurt me far worse.
Wrapped in a long coat, the scars hidden as ever, I take a seat on the opposite end of the bar, not making eye contact with the girl. I'm here for a reason, after all, and as the attractive bartender hands me a pint I sip it thoughtfully, trying to focus on myself and not the near stranger who sits ten feet away.
Two out of three isn't awful, I suppose. But oh, that third one stings. I almost turn around and walk out when I see her in the bar- almost, but not quite, because fuck if I'm going to let her take something else away from me. No, I've faced far more frightening people than Phoebe Steadman, people who have hurt me far worse.
Wrapped in a long coat, the scars hidden as ever, I take a seat on the opposite end of the bar, not making eye contact with the girl. I'm here for a reason, after all, and as the attractive bartender hands me a pint I sip it thoughtfully, trying to focus on myself and not the near stranger who sits ten feet away.
she's the prettiest girl
at the party and she can prove it
with a solid right hook
