#ofabbott

Sofia always came in, in a clutch.  Out of the toxic household that seemed to show itself more and more each day, into a corner booth of the Merlin Rouge.  While it wasn’t really her taste, personally, initially, she always saw fit to support.  She could see, could understand what drew Sofia to the place.  How her own parents would reel of as much if they took a chance to notice.  The Merlin Rouge held a certain energy, alive with those who wished to escape their problems with life’s simplest pleasures.  Watching from afar, she near envied the grace it took to perform, the strength --- hypnotic, really.  Awaiting patiently for the break to come, not quite time to dive into the question at the forefront of her mind the second Sophia sat.  Rather, easing forward with a lighthearted smile, one not quite genuine.  Casual was the right approach.  “Tips treating you well tonight?  If anyone’s buying you short, let me know, I’ll take care of it.”