Marlena, a pretty name to go with a pretty face, Winnie mused.
She was delighted when a second butterbeer made its way to her as her first was nearly gone and now she was innately curious about the lass who'd purchased it&mash; even more so after the invitation to somewhere a little more private. Nodding with a sly smile, Winnie asked the barkeep to have her dinner delivered and pointed to the very corner booth as she slid from her stool, new butterbeer in hand.
Leading the way, Winnie cast a look over her shoulder before settling into one side of the booth, setting her drink down and her carpet bag beside her on the bench. "Much quieter over here, cozy." She hummed out, setting the scene nicely. "And what is it you do, Marlena?" Winnie had already spilled about her occupation and its woes. She leaned her elbows on the table toward her company, and cradled her butterbeer between them. What a delightful turn this evening had taken.
She was delighted when a second butterbeer made its way to her as her first was nearly gone and now she was innately curious about the lass who'd purchased it&mash; even more so after the invitation to somewhere a little more private. Nodding with a sly smile, Winnie asked the barkeep to have her dinner delivered and pointed to the very corner booth as she slid from her stool, new butterbeer in hand.
Leading the way, Winnie cast a look over her shoulder before settling into one side of the booth, setting her drink down and her carpet bag beside her on the bench. "Much quieter over here, cozy." She hummed out, setting the scene nicely. "And what is it you do, Marlena?" Winnie had already spilled about her occupation and its woes. She leaned her elbows on the table toward her company, and cradled her butterbeer between them. What a delightful turn this evening had taken.
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