Closed starter for @distoretion
It was rare that Rosaline was on the opposite side of the bar. More often than not the brunette was working it which left her to watch others have fun rather than partake herself. Tonight she was commiserating., celebrating, maybe. The shackles of yet another doomed relationship had been lifted and this time, the young woman swore she was going to just be okay with being single. That was until her hazel hues fell upon a patron sitting just a few seats over from her. It was hard to ignore him seeing as he had almost a foot on most of the patrons. His dark hair was a stark contrast to his pale skin, and if that wasn’t the definition of tall dark and handsome, Rose didn’t know what was. Patron made her brave, braver than someone who was nursing a broken heart should have been. Slipping off the stool she’d been perched upon Rose would come to stand next to Tor, a brilliant smile upon her painted lips. In theory, someone sitting alone at the bar didn’t necessarily mean they wanted company. She’d served many patrons who were content to drink their fill and sit in their thoughts. Still she tried. “Hi, I couldn’t help but notice this seat is empty,” She motioned with her glass to the spot next to him, “Do you mind if I sit here?”
When she received the go ahead she would hop up onto the stool beside him. Waving down the bartender, Benny, Rose would turn to her captive audience, “Anything you’d like? It’s on me.”
