My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
They were supposed to go out for drinks tonight. Mostly because they haven't been out in ages, but also because they've never done this properly. The whole getting drinks, going dancing, none of it, but Maeve is a patient girl. They've been busy. Which is why she's currently in the Hanged Man all by herself, dressed up and sipping something sweet as she waits for Locke to join her. He had some jobs to finish and it could be a bit before he gets to her, but there is plenty of people to watch to help the time pass. A gentle breeze blows in from the ocean, cooling her skin against the balmy heat and making her skirt flutter around her legs, bare feet braced on her stool.
The Madame leans lightly against the bar, raising her hand for another drink as her seaglass gaze shifts from person to person, never really settling on anyone in particular.
The Madame leans lightly against the bar, raising her hand for another drink as her seaglass gaze shifts from person to person, never really settling on anyone in particular.
Maeve
