more fucking coven business, fine, but did it have to be here? in the middle of fucking no where? weren’t there enough swamps in new orleans they could deal with? fine. whatever. madison should have worn better shoes -- black patent leather picks up dirt like nothing else and she’s dusting her heels off once she’s inside this little bar. glances around before she realizes no one is gonna seat her , so she sits at the bar. ‘no smoking’ sign no where to be found so she lights up, nodding to the bartender. pretty girl. “ whiskey neat. thanks. ” she has a list of names of people she’s gotta find, but she needs a drink first. “ no, you don’t need my id,” god bless mind control. @stackhousetm!!
