#ask me why i almost labeled this carmen san diego on accident lmfao

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There was a reason why, if she wasn't at Holy Spirits, Selin favored The Jagged Yard. Nine out of ten times everyone there knew better than to behave like... well... that.

You'd think the man would have the common sense not to be a predatory prick in a female owned bar, but— "Some people really are just that stupid, aren't they." It wasn't a question so much as a stated fact.

Just, you know, one she hadn't actually meant to say out loud.

Now that she had, Selin's eyes lifted from the remnants of liquor in her glass to the woman she'd been giving space (conversationally) ever since arriving.

"He really has a lot of audacity and an alarming amount of confidence for someone who tucks his polo into a pair of belted khakis, huh?" It was never a good look, on anyone, and she was willing to die on the hill of that opinion.

The edge of her mouth cracked with a grin before she hedged, "How long do you think it'll take before one of the bartenders catches on and hits him with a blast of coke to the face?"

WHO: @providencepeakstarters (0/3) WHERE: Pick a bar, any bar

Carmen wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting at the bar, but she did know that she'd been listening to the man three stools down hit on the the poor woman who'd only walked in ten minutes ago since she'd sat down. There was a part of her that'd been itching to get up and slam the man's head into the bar top since the woman's first 'not interested', but she wasn't that person anymore. And none of this was her business. It'd stay that way until the ghostly pale man made a move that had the former agent's already thin resolve snapping.

To keep herself distracted from doing anything she'd regret when she sobered up or got kicked out, Carmen ordered another round from the bartender, unable to stop herself from staring at the train wreck of an interaction as she finished off her drink.