Menow wiped down the counter with slow movements, her dark brown eyes half-lidded with disinterest. The low hum of conversation filled the bar, glasses clinking, the occasional burst of laughter echoing off the walls. She paid no mind to it, her focus instead on the way the dim light reflected off the smooth surface of the glass in her hand.

— Mm, maybe I should ask Atori for one of his records.

Her short, choppy black hair framed her face as she tilted her head slightly, listening without really listening(if that even makes sense?). It's not that she wasn't interested in what others were talking about, she may be relatively more indifferent towards them, but that didn't mean she couldn't find their topics amusing to listen to. She simply just felt no reason to listen in, the bar barely had anyone it in at the time it was.

Her silky green backless-dress she wore shimmered under the warm glow of the hanging lights, the jewelry on her fingers catching the light as she absentmindedly toyed with one of her rings.