she doesn’t recognize the song playing over the radio. it is catchy -- fast paced with piano and blaring guitar. it is the type of song people would dance to if this was the time or the place. but it’s playing low, drowned out by the sound of the football game on the television. carol’s been watching it as she nurses her beer but she isn’t invested in either team. still, she can’t seem to look away.
no matter how long she spends away from earth, one thing remains the same -- dive bars will always look the same. and they almost always have buffalo wings on the menu. carol has her hand raised to get the bartender’s attention to place an order and refill her beer when her attention is pulled to the door.
the woman walks through the door and up to the bar without pause. she’s only a few chairs down from where carol has staked her claim and carol can’t seem to pull her eyes off of her. she only does when the few other patrons of the bar react to the football game with loud cheers.
starter for / @toxicblasts ! ✨
