the pretty girl at the last drop.. , a boring and vague title to plaster on you; sevika knew that. But truthfully? sevika hadn't have a clue on your real, goverment, name. A shame, really--but hey? maybe it was less the hassel if she knew less. Well no, that wasn't true, it was MORE of a hassel, how was she supposed to ask you out or something of the sorts without your real name?

Attempting to avert her attention from the sight of you. Cleanin' glasses, smiling with those glossed lips, hair put so perfect. It was a special day, after all. hallow-fuckin-een, and you, oh you were all put together as some Playboy bunny girl. Bunny ears, shiny black outfit and everything---serving drinks and the occasional candy, or kid friendly milkshake by some kiddos who came around--sweet you.

the men around the table, just erupting laughter and seriouness-- a horrible going game of poker occured. She really, had little to no intrest in the game--she was gonna win anyway, why care? well, she needed a distraction, and this was the best she could get right now. emphsis on, "could get right NOW." as she watched one of the assholes at her table usher you over, commanded a drink with a grin.

fuck, she really didn't know how long it would be till sevika just cracked.