hypodermiiic.

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          Sally sat upon a stool at the bar on  the  second  floor  of  the  hotel.
          Her eyes were on her drink as she took a long drag of her cigarette
          before releasing the smoke towards the bar area. Forlorn  thoughts
          easily distracted her mind from the setting around her… that is until
          a very contradicting, vibrant  soul  seemed  to  be  nearing  the  bar.
          They  stood   out  like  a  sore  thumb  based  on  how  they  carried
          themselves  through  the  lobby  of  this  gloomy,  depressing  hotel.
          Their  vibe  was  overbearing.

          Sally  casts  a  glance  over  her  shoulder, a grin expanding on her
          face  some.

                     ❝ Well, damn.. looks like somebody’s
                                putting     on     a     SHOW    tonight. ❞

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                    ❛   ––– that was the point.   ❜   there’s a cant of inky curls & a quirk of painted brows as the good doctor leisurely takes a seat ‘pon a barstool. comments like the one out of the woman’s mouth are not unfamiliar to frank’s ears, & though his current attire deviates very little from his usual dress, he had hoped it would gain the proper attention. rumors about the hotel cortez  ( & its virus )  had finally found his ears, & he was determined to prove himself a suitable candidate. he had been nearly killed with a laser once already ; whatever precautions necessary to prevent that from happening again would be taken & exploited to the t. a hand is waved to the bartender, signaling that he’d have whatever this stranger next to him was having. his accent is no less thick when he asks :   ❛   you come around here often ?   ❜

  1. moondrenched reblogged this from hypodermiiic-blog
  2. hypodermiiic-blog reblogged this from moondrenched and added:
    ❝ More than I’d like to ADMIT. ❞ Of course she was joking. She could care less how many times she came up to the bar....