#joyousdefunct.

THERE IS A SLIGHT ARCH OF STAR'S brow when the other woman speaks, and a sly smirk pulls delicately at her lips over her glass ㅤㅤ ━━ ㅤㅤsome fruity, pink drink that the bartender swore up and down that she'd enjoy, but. . . ㅤㅤher attention is on nicolette, at the moment. she hums softly, just quiet enough for no one else to hear her, soft enough for the mere feeling to delicately center herself in the midst of music and chatter. " and how, would you say, am i looking at you? " lashes flutter, and she's placing the glass down on the counter. an elbow presses down, chin resting on the heel of her hand as she watches like a hawk, almost as if she's waiting to pounce.