⁀ 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 ☆ 𓂅

⠀ ❝ Kind of a night owl myself. It's like, the only time I get to catch my breath, y'know❓❞ A giggle is stifled 'neath her palm; painted digits drum against the edge of the wall her hide's parked upon. ❝ Nice to see someone else who can appreciate the moonlit vibes~ ❞ ⠀

1:30am. Rachel's just finished her shift. She really ought to head home, but ... hey. The night's young. Might as well see what all the fuss is about on the streets tonight. A little stroll 'neath the neon can be surprisingly calming.

⠀ ❝ Hah … you know it. Only so much punching of the clock that a girl can do before she needs to 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 herself from reality. ❞ Be it with a microphone between her hands — or staring down at the bottom of a bottle.➥ “ 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰, Dess … ❞ ➥ ⠀

⠀ Hazelnut optics flutter a little. Rachel wasn't used to making conversation with people in these kinds of settings. Usually, after a shift at the casino, her social battery was spent. It was rare she made an exception. The comment coaxes a soft hum from her lips. ➥ ⠀

⠀ ➥ before she's inadvertently tracing her eyes over the ashen-haired woman sitting next to her. She's 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 cute, after all. Rachel ponders … before her lips part—— ❝ They're butchering that tune, huh ... ‘Gotta give them an A for effort, though —— right❓❞ ⠀

⠀ The rather tipsy duet hanging out of the microphone up on the stage brought a faint snicker. A familiar song —— and one that always hit home for her, loathe as she was to admit it. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 . Just for a moment, she catches those eyes staring straight into her own. ➥ ⠀

She lives in a rather run-down apartment, littered with thrifted vinyls, discarded undergarments and amateur audio equipment. Still, the balcony provides a nice view of the city at the very least. Many call her a messy girl - but frankly, she prefers the term 'comfortable'.

⠀ ➥ The woman seated next to her: Odessa. ' Hmm, she's new here … and she's cute to boot—— ' Rachel ponders quietly. A little smile emerges upon her visage. ⠀

⠀ After being surrounded by flashing lights, the stench of cigarette smoke and till receipts, you'd think a girl like Rachel Carlisle would be itching to get home after a brutal shift at the casino … but no. She's headed to a bar —— somewhere she can really cut loose. ➥ ⠀

⠀ She doesn't usually rock a hood. But she can make it work, right❓ ⠀