#this is the equivalent of me hurling spaghetti at the wall to see what happens

[marjorie-guest]

who? Open where? The Reef Bar

Despite the endless hoops she'd put herself through, there was only one kind of establishment that she felt comfortable seeking refuge in after a hard day. Marjorie Guest had a taste for the expensive and refined and it wasn't even as though she couldn't afford the budget required for her taste. It was only, she'd grown up in places like this. She had slung beer under harsh neon lights of aging beer houses before she'd gotten anywhere or been anyone. Sometimes, after a hard day, it was nice to go back to that place and reminisce on how far she'd come.

It's no wonder that the blonde moves her way through the local crowd, settling at a stool in the corner. When she was younger, she lived off of double jack and cokes but that drink was likely less appropriate for someone of her age. Just as she's beginning to relax, she feels her phone buzz. She digs it out, eyes trained on another mother emailing about her toddlers in tutus class-asking to be let in despite failing to pay the registration or register on time. She sighs and presses a finger to her temple. "Vodka tonic with lemon."

Another sigh leaves her lips as her manicured nails begin tapping out a response to the overeager mother. “You know, sometimes it’s nice to retreat to a place that doesn’t demand anything from you but your bar tab.”