#eldora.start

        this was a familiar routine for ivy. waiting ( impatiently ) for one of the bartenders to fish around in the lost & found box for her mothers keys. why they even bothered giving them back at this point was beyond her. head buried in her palms out of sheer frustration, ivy looked up to see another figure at the bar. “oh — you go ahead and order, i’m not drinking.” she said immediately, constantly fretful that someone would think she was picking up a family habit. “not that i would judge you if you were,” she trailed off, eyes flitting to her watch. late afternoon — maybe she would judge them just a little. 

she knew what other people would say --- she’s just another basic white girl with problems that she can easily solve herself. with a single puff of smoke, arwen stomped the cigarette out before moving to retreat back to finish up the last hour of her shift. heavy thoughts on the mind, she thought she did her best to dodge the individual moving through the entrance - she wasn’t entirely sure if they were going in or out, but arwen ended up crashing in to them anyway. “jeez, you’ve got shoulders made out of steel, dontcha?” she had nearly fallen on her ass, thus giving the other a steely glare. “watch where you’re going.”