Roxie Sinclair

“This is the first time I’ve been to this bar, not sure I think I’m coming back honestly,” she said turning up her nose and attempting to find a bartender, who were all huddled around a group of sorority girls at the end of the bar. “I feel bad for the girl he’s trying to hit on now.”

“I used to come to this spot but I think it’s changed owners since last time. You leave town for a few years and suddenly it’s like a whole new world.” Her eyes scanned the room, trying to remember the old decor, but it was as unrecognizable as everything else in her world. “I feel bad for every girl in this place. Truly a sausage fest. And what’s with the age range? Young girls and old, old men? Who are they targeting?” 

Asher had watched the previous exchange and before he could even step in, the girl had it handled and he was intrigued. He walked over to her, and before he could even get a word out she was nearly biting his head off and he couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t need to apologize, I saw him. You sent him running for the hills.” He said smiling at her as he got into the seat beside her, “I was actually coming over to ask if I could buy you a drink?”

“I don’t think I sent him anywhere. Another pair of tits just snagged his attention. How typical,” she mumbled, dragging a hand through her hair. “I forgot how bold Americans are, but better her than me, I suppose.” Finishing off her drink with a loud sip through her straw, she pushed the glass away and drummed her fingers against the bar. “You can buy me anything you want, but I can guarantee it won’t get you laid.” 

Griffin’s day had been consistently filled negativity, his coworkers were beginning to question his authority and called for all day meetings which he had just gotten out of. He almost beelined it for the bar the moment his was free. He sat behind a half empty glass, his eyes trained before him when he heard an all too familiar accept pierce through his ears. His heart almost broke all over again when he came to the realization of who it was. He lifted his head, almost daring not to look before raising his eyebrows at the girl. “Nothing at all. Carry on.”

Roxie looked at the man but didn’t really see him. An apologetic smile pulled at her lips but her eyes stared past him. Through him. Just another in the sea of faces she’d been floating through all day... Until she heard his voice--a voice that snapped everything into focus and took her straight back to the last time she heard it. “What are you doing here?” she said by way of greeting, her knuckles turning white from her grip on her glass--the drink suddenly not seeming nearly strong enough.  

+ sharp, opinionated, focused

- short-tempered, guarded, icy

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