Location: Galaxy Comics

Normally, Bowie wouldn’t step foot in a place like this. Not that she has anything against comic books or those who have an infinite love for them, they’ve never been her thing, and she can’t imagine she’s going to find a newly sprung passion at this age. No, she’s here for a different reason, a prettier, much more inviting reason by the name of Salem Huxley. The two of them are friends, sometimes a little more than that. It’s a nice, mutually beneficial arrangement that comes with its perks, to say the least. 

After she’s done all the exploring her limited interest will allow, Bowie makes her way back to the counter, back to Salem. She puts her elbows atop of the surface, resting her chin in her hands as she looks at them. “So, baby, how much longer ‘til your shift is over?” She asks, a teasing smile on her lips. Not that she’s implying anything specific, or maybe she is, regardless, the sooner they can leave the store the better. “I was thinking maybe we could go grab something to eat,” Bowie shrugs. Between being done at The Broom Closet for the day and not needing to show her face at Restricted Access, her schedule is wide open, so why not try to catch up with a friend?