✰ Lilac ~ Orin Ayo

You take yourself to the local bar after a long week, nursing yourself your favorite drink. The long week seems to alleviate itself as you get lost in the salty yet sweet taste of your beverage.

While taking your sweet stress relief in the form of your beverage, you take some time to look over the patrons one by one. Old ones, new ones, none of them caught your eyes like the one who sat at the corner of the bar counter. Your eyes fall upon the tall woman adorned in dark oily gashes, a ripped corset, asymmetrical leather skirt, and an electric guitar slung on her back. You can't help but find yourself wanting to talk to her in your loopy state.

You take yourself over to the woman, wanting to engage in simple conversation you tell your drunk self.

The woman looks up at you nonchalantly with her singular right eye. She raises her brow as she looks at you.

"Hm? Need something?"