“uh, you’ve got any vodka?” she’s soft, surprisingly meek for her stature. fidgeting with the skirt of her dress. she can recall being in her early twenties and enjoying vodka.
[ looking anywhere but at her now. never been good at handling anything like that. ]
“first time in a long time.” low alto chimes out. it almost takes her by surprise how her own voice sounds. offering a faint smile — barely visible over otherwise stoic features. “am i bothering you?”
it’s rare that titus is spoken to first. yet, @iconoffear.bsky.social managed to catch her and poor titus doesn’t exactly have the heart to stop her from talking. besides, it’s nice in some odd way, to be looked past what she is.
fidgeting. she wants a cigarette. she’s sworn them off, but the way that she’s perceived is getting to her.
what is it that people do here? it’s been so long since she’s been in a bar for recreation. god knows when it comes to the strip, she’s there for a reason. finally, she resigns to making her way to the bar. one seat in between her and the boss. ( act natural. * )
being out of uniform feels strange. for once, she allows herself to present as anything ( but * ) masculine. she spent weeks sewing together a dress. when caesar isn’t breathing down her neck, she sews. sauntering into the casino, visibly uncomfortable. gaze meets @crimedoespay.bsky.social’s — +
/ this is a makeshift starter call bc im too lazy to make a graphic
/ anyway points at yall. oooo you wanna write w me on here so bad ooo
