the nightlife is as lively as it always was. though her preference was to spend it at a bar somewhere in williamsburg , greenpoint or bedford brooklyn. or just a bar in general would do ( an sometimes a nice little round of fist-fighting only procured by those who do it in the underground scene. ) but mia wasn’t here for plesantries , though the woman who owns the club was a dear friend of hers. she would no less enjoy eileen’s company despite being here for a reason. and it would be so bad to catch up a little , especially since she hasn’t seen the woman in a while. with her back turned towards the bar , letting her elbows rest against it and a beer in hand. she watches and observes the people around her , noticing all the stereotypical individuals who take PLEASURE in the nightlife. but once blonde locks and the familiar face came into view , a wide grin carved into her features. “ eileen o-fuckin'-galagher , ” she greets the woman , “ i appreciate ya’ comin’ to see me on short notice. “
starter call. / @poisonoustouch !
