Starter for @cursedvisage.
BARS WERE A PLACE where Ophelia could feel at home, though definitely not safe. A busy environment, where one would cast their glance upon her before moving right on by. Dressed in her usual clothing, a black turtleneck with a tan skirt and heels - straight from work and here to escape that absolutely exhausting workplace. The glares she got on the daily, the attitudes, the way that people simply put her down as if she’s nothing - sometimes the only way to get away from it is a drink or two. It could offer her some time to herself, where her strong eyes would stare through the glass her drink was in, wandering off in thoughts held back on a leash. Ignoring those who said hello, those who tapped her shoulder or bumped into her.. All of it. She wasn’t the most social of all people in the world, mostly due to wanting to keep to herself.
Taking a seat where the bartender was occupied, she notices a thin, violet-haired man beside her. Mentally taking note in case of any sort of event, she proceeds to order the usual for her, scotch. The taste definitely was not her favorite, but then again, who really enjoys the taste of alcohol? Something about it was always sickening to her, yet she drinks anyways. Truly, a woman who was never one to make sure she was happy with her interests.
Minding her own business and eventually taking out her cellphone, the usual happens. A man sits besides her and begins talking her up, and she proceeds to give short, curt answers that don’t have any loopholes to cause her to linger any longer than needed to. Though the chatting becomes incessant, and within seconds, uncomfortable. A hand lies upon her thigh, bringing up vague memories of what she’d rather forget. Those things.
Out of sheer desperation, she remembers the man next to her. The cellphone is set onto the counter as thin arms wrap around one of his, leaning against him, looking at the man in a disgusted manner and making a short comment.
“Darling, he won’t leave me be.”
And something as short as that causes him to take the hand back, clearly showing some distaste before wandering off. She continues to hold for a few moments before releasing his arm, looking to the man beside her with possibly the most exhausted look that’s ever been presented on those sharp features of hers.
“I apologize if that made you uncomfortable in some way... But I had to get out of that situation somehow. You understand, don’t you?”
