⁀ 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❓ ⠀

⠀ Jotting down a few lyrics she thought of earlier ... as productive as ever during her shift at the Casino. There are things she'd rather be doing, but the bills have to be paid. ⠀

⠀ 𝐈'𝐌 ᨒ ℕ𝕆𝕋 —— 𝖳𝖧𝖤 ⠀ 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 .⋆ˊˎ- 𝖮𝖥 『 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴 』 ⠀ 𝕀 𝔸𝕄 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝘖𝘍 𝕄𝔼 .

⠀ ❝ So you're following a purpose. Interesting ... A purpose given to you❓ Or one of your own making❓ It takes someone particularly fascinating to draw her intrigue —— and when they do? WRS' curiosity becomes nigh insatiable. What is your mission❓❞ ⠀

⠀ ❝ Good morning, 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 —— ❞ ⠀