Maeve
Curious. Maeve wasn't one to turn away company. Not when she was so agonizingly bored. Her brow arched and a slow smile spread on her lips as amusement seemed spark in the icy green of her eyes. "Sure. Have a seat." The Madame agreed easily, waving her hand at the empty side of the booth before motioning to a nearby waiter to come by. "Two of the house specials please." She hummed, tossing the server a wink before he disappeared back towards the bar.
Her eyes shifted back to the younger girl as she swirled what little liquid remained in her glass before tossing it back with ease, "I would argue that it is. Either people are too scared to approach because you're not the norm or fall over themselves for the same reason." She drawled, head cocking to the side as she regarded the relative stranger, "Which one is it that brought you over to my table then?"
Her eyes shifted back to the younger girl as she swirled what little liquid remained in her glass before tossing it back with ease, "I would argue that it is. Either people are too scared to approach because you're not the norm or fall over themselves for the same reason." She drawled, head cocking to the side as she regarded the relative stranger, "Which one is it that brought you over to my table then?"
Long nights, daydreams
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
