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[ closed thread ] DRINKING GOOD with @bombshellblck
contrary to popular belief, sappho does not have too many trysts. they’re not affairs – that’d imply that her girlfriend isn’t aware (and encouraging) of it. a hungry heart that matches an aching body would never be accepted outside blcktmpl. her desires wouldn’t be, either, but among people who knew nothing but death and pain and hurt, there’s plenty who seek the exact opposite when they’re not in mortal danger. no matter how much they’re made out as superior gods, they’re still mortal. still susceptible. still insatiable.
she heads towards the bar for more than a drink. this place is home to many of the lost. the music is sub-par, but good enough. better than the sound of death, of course, which is horribly morbid – there’s alcohol enough to drown that out.
“give me two of what she just finished,” she calls out, taking the seat next to the woman without any invitation. her sleeves are rolled up, and when she rests her elbow on the bar, the barcode on her wrist is painfully obvious: an invitation of her own for the woman to show hers, if she has one, or to admire sappho’s if she doesn’t. she looks at the woman with clear approval, but with enough shame. “i’m so sorry that we haven’t drank together before, darling. it’s my mistake. let me make up for that.” she’s easy to smile, easy to extend the woman’s drink to her. “call me sappho, if you haven’t called me yet.”
