#thaliaparker

“Whatever the fuck that was.” There was a boozy grin that went along with his request, hoping the bartender he found himself sat opposite most frequently had a better memory than he did after occupying a stool in front of her for near gone two hours by then. “And one for yourself.” 

He had seen Thalia a handful of times before this, but there was never a better time to reintroduce yourself than when everyone looked this good. A hand was held out like he’d learned formalities finally. “Raheem.” He nodded, before free hand gestures at the party going on around them. “How long you been here?” A harmless question, but he wasn’t really with the how are you, small talk. “And what are you drinkin?” @thaliaparker

sunday night, monroe knew she's got things to take care of tomorrow but she isn't needed until the early evening, so she was at the bar, nursing her....sixth? seventh? glass of rum and coke. she would do the drinking at home but she couldn't stand how quiet it is sometimes. she downs the rest of her drink and gestures the bartender for another when a familiar woman not so far from her catches her attention.  “are you just gonna stand there for the whole time or are you going to join me?”