#thestraydog

The masked woman was silent for several moments longer after the man had muttered the question, her head fuzzy as she continued to lay on the floor next to him before finally being able to move a hand to her head. A groan escaped her as she attempted to push herself up, failing almost immediately while numbness prevailed in her limbs. And through the muddled haziness in her mind she wondered, had she been drugged?

circe sits furthest from the bar, tucked away in a corner to which she had full view of her surroundings. she wasn’t here to relax and drink away the stress of the day, she was waiting for someone. the room is alive with gruff chatter and raspy laughter, taking on an orange glow once another customer enters. but this time, it wasn’t just another stranger would had wandered in. she steals a glance at her watch.

                                                       right on time.                                                               the barkeep wasn’t lying.