Moan
[ what the shit i don't know how i didn't get this answered before, sorryyyyy. i blame tumblr, always ]
Prompt: Put a 'moan' in my ask and I'll generate a number! [generated 18; my muse buys yours a shot. ]
Uhura sat at one of the many seats available where the bartenders were at work making round after round for the people around them. She'd only had a shot or two; she wasn't too interested in getting completely wasted tonight. She was too lost in her thoughts, deciding to come here simply because no one she knew would find her.
"I'll have a shot of jack, straight," a voice spoke suddenly, jumping her out of her thoughts completely. It was deep and rich, and she wasn't expecting it to carry through her like it did. Tilting her head, she thought 'oh, why not,' because since when was she not allowed to take risks, just for the fun of it?
"Make that two, on me," she said, eyes connecting with the bartender for a moment to confirm the order.
