#everythingsethel

When Ethel had texted her and asked to meet, Shego wasn’t quite sure what to say at first. Shego did not go on dates. She just didn’t get involved with people that way. She didn’t like having to be vulnerable with another person, and that’s kinda what dating was all about. Ugh. No thanks. However, when Ethel suggest they meet at the bar, she felt more inclined to go. After all, meeting at the bar most definitely wasn’t a date. Not in her eyes. Besides, she had planned to go there anyway, so what was the difference? 

She dressed in her usual garb, tossing on a black pleated skirt, a mesh crop top, and some chunky boots. Shego checked her matte black lipstick before heading out the door. On her bike, it didn’t take more than five minutes. When she walked in, she greeted the usual suspects and then planted herself at the bar. “Can I get a Bacardi and Coke?” she asked the bar tender, drumming her fingers against the glossy tabletop.