open to: @discsters ( greer )
location: a dive bar in manhattan
tony’s bar was once one of aglaia’s favorite spots in new york city. it had been a place that she and her roommate frequented despite the far drive from bed-stuy. why was that ? well, they had the stiffest drinks in all of nyc . . . and the food ( which mostly consisted of hot dogs and enchiladas with kraft cheese on top ) wasn’t half bad when you’re drunk. after three years of being locked up, she was mildly shocked to see the place still standing. pushing her way in to the bar, she was greeted with the noisy clammer of drunken bar goers and pool balls clacking together.
one of the first things she noticed was some creepy guy with an especially flushed face flashing eyes toward a brunette perched upon a bar stool. with a mostly subtle eye roll in his direction, aglaia worked her way through the crowd up to the bar. placing herself beside the brunette in an open bar stool, she directed a friendly smile toward her. leaning in closer, she whispered, “ heads up. there’s some creeper staring at you . . . like, really staring. he’s over there, next to the darts. ” aglaia vaguely motioned to the dartboard, and awaited her reaction. maybe she was interested in him, she thought. some girls have a thing for weird guys.
