#sanctumstart

The man won’t shut up, and Allison is about ready to shove her foot up his ass. He stinks, and he is wearing a poorly fitted suit that is too tight chest and too loose in the arms, and dark, curling horns protrude from sweaty forehead; a satyr. Abandoning her drink as a lost cause, she turns to face the man for the first time since he’d sidled over. 

“I have to go now.” a wan smile and a nod, and the tiny brunette slids off the stool and heads for the door, only to bump into someone on her way out, hard. Biting back a curse, she instead mumbles an apology instead. Mother would be so cross if she got all violent in public again, and Allison was trying to be better, honest!