status: closed for @cole-campbell location: salem’s nightclub time: just around the stoke of midnight
though maybe still not exactly suited for a club, ari had taken care in the mirror before embarking on her spontaneous trip out to the local bars. a sense of anxiety, something she was unfamiliar with, had began to grow rapidly ever since she noticed the latin comment on dina’s news article starring them. she lay in bed that night next to peter, snoring peacefully without a care in the world (ah, the good old days...), until ari finally snapped.
now, she found herself standing in the front of the club, alone - eyes scanning for the face she’d hoped to see. cole wasn’t quite close enough to be considered friend, but ari had just assumed this would be the place to find her. and apparently, her cliche assumption was correct, and she marched up to the other witch; tapping her lightly.
“alright. i am here. i will also buy. let us try this again, yes?” ari offered a smile, eager for the alcohol to help shake off the awkwardness and numb the edge. “if you will have me, that is. if there was ever an excuse to drink, now is the time.”
