[Verdant is crowded tonight, full of people intending to drink and dance before needing to return to their families for much more tepid holiday celebrations. Laurel just wants to be somewhere where she doesn't have to think, so she weaves through the people, wanting to just be in the press of it.
Something catches her eye, and she turns, seeing an unfamiliar face in the corner. Not that anyone here is familiar, really, but if she'd seen him before, she would have remembered him. Weaving her way through the crowd to the bar, she slides up next to him with a smile.]
a wildcard that i thought might be fun
Something catches her eye, and she turns, seeing an unfamiliar face in the corner. Not that anyone here is familiar, really, but if she'd seen him before, she would have remembered him. Weaving her way through the crowd to the bar, she slides up next to him with a smile.]
Come here often?