She sat in The Last Drop, playing poker with her men, her winning streak going higher and higher with ever game.

She rested in her chair, her legs manspread as she sips the whiskey in her glass, the burn soothing her throat.

The music flowing calmly through the Pub as everything was perfect, people speaking; them having fun.

Sevika sighs softly, closing her eyes, resting a little before leaning up to continue her poker.

The chatter, got a little bit louder, something about a performance later on.

You, You sat in the corner, out of site, tuning you guitar as you get ready to preform songs. A little later on, you sat on a small stool, a microphone propped up in front of you.

You took deep breaths before starting to play your guitar, everyone’s heads in the pub turning to face you, including Sevika’s, you face going slightly pink as you start to sing.