The tall lady on the bar stool, sat leaning on her palm against the counter, her slender fingers gently pressing down on the circular piece of ice which took up majority of her shot glass, watching it bob up & down repeatedly.

She seemed bored, as if waiting for the drama to just walk by and whisk her away. Nevertheless, she made the effort to small talk with you.

“Splendid evening~ don’t you agree, Dear?” Her words came out like a smooth melody, calling out to you.