alec-lillardâ:
Alec was feeling particularly high when he decided to stop by the bar in the hotel. Needless to say, eating an edible given to him by a fellow server was probably not the best idea. Sure, he could handle it, but that didnât make his experience any less bizarre. Feeling a little paranoid and off center, Alec decided there was nothing else to do but to have a Jack and coke or three. As he sat down and sipped his drink, doing his best to relax his mind, Alec felt someone sit beside him at the bar. Turning his attention to the person, he let out a sigh of relief. Thank God it wasnât an FBI agent here to spy on him. âHey,â he said with a smile. âWhatcha doing here? You here to keep me company?â He asked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.Â
alright, alright. malnati bar ? not the best move. but sheâs spent all fucking day coding her way through corporate firewalls so murph will gladly take any alcohol within short walking distance. clad in nothing but black joggers, a gold sports bra, and an oversized black denim jacket, the parched girl slinks her way to the bar, already a hefty chug of fireball into her night. a subtle chin-tip is all it takes : mr. bar manâs got her usual whiskey on the counter before she can say please. which is lit, because she wonât.
and now becomes the stool selection ââ she just plops down right where she is, knocking back her drink in one gulp. yep. place is packed. she claims this spot before any other sparkly blonde bitch spots it and thinks sheâs getting an in. this bartenderâs about to be hers for a while. a second drinkâs slid in front of her before she even notices the familiar voice from over her shoulder. when she does, she cocks her head to the side and blinks. hard.Â
just her fuckinâ luck heâd be here.
â yep, â murph pops the â p â, taking a swig of amber. even through her signature lopsided shades, deep irises char.  â your boy lucifer sent me. sends his fuckinâ regards. â



















