#( but come love on my little italian songbird anyway!! i'll get to replies once i get home )

[costancstra]

         green eyes appraised the club’s interior while the young lounge singer waited in line to get a drink. marcella had just stepped off the stage, fresh from a performance of ‘salvatore’ that one of the dancers had also incorporated into a slow, sultry routine. her gaze cycled through her surroundings to faces awash in the glowing prism of lights. flashing an appreciative smile in response to a passing compliment she received on her performance from one of the patrons in line, she shuffled forward to place her order once the person in front of her was served his drink and left. ❛ ciao bello,❜ she intoned teasingly to her bartender friend, an undercurrent of harmless and easy flirtation present in her voice. ❛vodka cranberry, on the rocks,❜ she requested, smoothing down the burgundy cocktail dress she wore and taking a seat at the bar. glancing over at the person beside her, she noticed that their glass was almost empty. ❛ and maybe another for them?? ❜ she nodded towards their glass, flashing a charming smile. never let it be said that she couldn’t be friendly.