#open!

THE   BODY   IS   MANGLED   .   FLESH   TORN   ASUNDER   &   NEAR   UNRECOGNISABLE   .   WHAT   WAS   ONCE   A   MAN   DANGLES   LIMPLY   WITHIN   THE   GRASP   OF   EVELYNN'S   LASHERS   .               a   morbid   sight   indeed   for   anyone   unlucky   enough   to   stumble   upon   her   in   this   dark   ,   dank   alleyway   .   so   many   people   like   to   throw   around   their   moral   compass   …   they   try   to   say   ‘   he   didn't   deserve   it   '   —   evelynn   begged   to   differ   .               she   will   be     JUDGE   .   JURY   &   EXECUTIONER   .         OPEN !

HE'S   SEATED   WITH   A   HAND   RESTING   AGAINST   HIS   KNEE   ,   LOOKING   BORED   .   grimmjow   regards   idly   as   people   pass   him   by   ,   brows   knitted   together   irritably   .                        “                buncha'   fuckin'   ants   …                ” 

Monday’s are not particularly wild at Sweetwater, and perhaps that’s why Gemma’s on the bar alone, and utterly bored out of her mind. She’s spent nearly $10 on the touchtunes already and delivers truly memorable performance of Mamma Mia complete with a soda gun microphone. But that can only entertain a girl for so long ( and the few customers were starting to give her That Look after the third Sabrina Carpenter song in a row ), so she generously relinquishes control of the music and decides to play mixologist instead.

“Here, try this!” Gemma slides a purpley looking concoction in the prettiest glass she could find over to the lucky patron who’s just sat at her bar. “It's an Aviation, only Dad doesn’t have crème de violette, so I used this lavender simple I made for lattes instead, and it looks basically the same. Wait!” She scrambles, remembering the garnish, and tosses a luxardo cherry into the drink, violet liquid splashing lightly. “Ok now it's perfect.”