Oct 17, 2019
@warringpeace for Scarlet
Michael hummed as he entered the bar. It was empty and he took a deep breath. He could smell the liquor in the air even though Lux was not open yet.
“Scaaaarlet” Michael sang out as he folded his hands behind his back. Strolling the floor and looking around as if this had been the first time he was here. Though it clearly was not.
“Does he ever clean?” He sighed, running a few finger tips gently over the leather seats. “Scarlet, hurry up, the reservations I made for lunch are in 20 minutes.”
