@grlx-almighty
Despite the fact that the biggest hub for lesbian activity in the whole of Los Angeles sits right outside of her very own home, Violet typically finds herself unable -- or at least unwilling -- to venture into Retrograde. Apart from the likelihood of filth, it was also crowded, loud, dimly lit, and full of people that indulged in rather unsavory pastimes. Of course, never before had she had a reason to step in, aside from the one visit she’d taken with Thea. Now? There seems to be plenty.
In the daytime, the spacious club held a very different energy than it did in the night. Though a few patrons sit around the bar, mostly the area is empty. The lights are dim but the room isn’t dark. She can see the floor beneath her, and the tables and seats as she walks by, all of which look tidy. As she approaches the bar, she can feel the tension in her shoulders begin to dissipate a little, especially when she catches sight of the back of a blonde head. Strong shoulders ripple and back muscles flex as she stretches, reaching for something sitting on the top shelf. She grasps it easily, turning around to give the patron a wide smile, honey colored eyes flashing.
Violet begins to walk a little faster subconsciously, sidling up to emptiest part of the bar top and waiting until she has the blonde’s full attention. “Hi, I don’t know if you remember me,” how stupid, of course she remembers you, you dunce. She’s been texting you nonstop for days. “Violet. Did you leave this the other day? At the park?”
