Lunar Grief || Vic & Hayley
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Rousseauâs. Vic had avoided the place for a little while after Camille left but another evening alone with Rosetta Stone would not be had. They needed to be social, or at least around people who were being social; sometimes that would serve as enough to make them feel less alone. The bar wasnât as busy as theyâd have hoped but it seemed pointless to turn back now. The aftermath of those poor children being abducted the same time as others being killed seemed to have put a damper on the ever-partying city. It seemed appropriate.
They walked up to the bar and sat on a stool next to a woman, in a few moments they had a glass of white wine in front of them that was already collecting condensation on the cool glass. They sighed and picked it up, looking around a little, âToooo...â their eyes landed on the woman next to them, âTo you,â they toasted her, âMay you have a wonderful night.â they nodded, taking a large gulp of their drink.Â
