Ophelia hung softly as she mages her way to the bar, giving the suspicious bouncer her id, incredibly grateful for her friend who hooked her up with an underground fake id. And it worked like a charm. She walks into the bar, looking around. Fuck, these people looked so…bland. Almost dead to the world as they sip their drinks. Again, she noticed no music and it baffled her. Even in a bar?! A bad they had no music. What was the matter with this place?! 

     She tries not to think about it, letting herself attempt to enjoy the night. Ophelia walks over to the bar, sitting down, letting her posture slouch a little bit. A man comes up, handing her a glass with water as she raises her brow, “I didn’t order this.” She states, taking a drag from her cigarette, “You need it.” The man says in a monotone voice. 

     He looked like every average man you would find, brown hair, brown eyes, no stubble, average height…he has the audacity of every average man too, “I don’t want water, thank you though, I’ll have a brandy, neat please,” she smiles as the man seems disturbed, but says nothing, “We only have wine.” He says as she freezes, “You…what?” She asks, taking a deep breathe, her face flushing a bit. 
    This was juussst wrong. “Okay, yeah, I’ll take that,” she mumbles, waiting for her glass. She turns around, surveying the others in the bar once more, but someone catches her eye. He isn’t as plain, more thought moving in the gears of his mind. She surveys him, trying to figure him out but it was harder than others. She tilts her head, smiling lightly and waving, her light blue nails adding to the color surrounding her, silver bracelets lining her wrists