The woman behind the bar was actually quite striking. With pale features, dark hair, and piercing eyes that seemed hauntingly familiar, Garry couldn't help but linger there and study her for a moment. He brought his cigarette to his lips and inhaled, before puffing out smoke away from her. He knew he wanted something hard--something to really take him away from his situation, but there was simply something about her, and it wasn't just her loveliness.
"I ... well, if it's alright I'd like a--"
But he trailed off when her eyes grew less guarded. More open.
And then, she whispered his name.
Garry was ... utterly stunned. And it became so obvious why she was so striking. Those features, mature and womanly as they were, could've been ...
He blinked once. Twice. It had to have been his imagination. " ... Ib?"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
Re: Bar: Night
Date: 2015-07-29 09:15 pm (UTC)"I ... well, if it's alright I'd like a--"
But he trailed off when her eyes grew less guarded. More open.
And then, she whispered his name.
Garry was ... utterly stunned. And it became so obvious why she was so striking. Those features, mature and womanly as they were, could've been ...
He blinked once. Twice. It had to have been his imagination. " ... Ib?"