Another long conversation drowned Luna’s ear. She was tired of the apologies and the lies spreading via text and phone calls from her father. She was ready to break out of whatever box she built within herself-- safe was boring.. safe did NOTHING for her. As soon as she hung up the phone, she yelled out to Phillippa testing her luck. “ Phil! Lets go out. I’m bored, aren’t you?” With that, she bounced out of her bed and skipped over to the open kitchen. Luna searched in the fridge finding a bottle of white wine she hid in the back from herself. The blonde pulled out two glasses and poured them evenly heavy, “I think we need to go to a bar or something.”