🐾 Ruby walked into the tea shop much the same as she did every Saturday afternoon: with a swish of her hips and a tiredness in her eyes from the previous evenings’s dalliances ( the remnants of lack of sleep carefully erased from her features with make-up ). In spite of her late night ( early morning, technically ) at the Rabbit Hole, there was a smile on red tinted lips.
❝ You know the drill, Mike. ❞ Idly, she tapped a painted fingernail on the counter. ❝ Granny’s tea. ❞ A roll of verdant hues accompanied the words, a heavy sigh spilling over plush tiers. Their relationship was contentious, at best, but the brunette had no desire to dwell on that train wreck. ❝ So! ❞ she quipped, hand leaving the counter top to find purchase on her hip. ❝ Getting up to anything interesting tonight? ❞