[It's something they'll talk about someday, she thinks -- but not now, not today, not when things are already so... this.
The Mermaid is shut up tight, it being around the middle of the day, but when Lance knocks a woman who looks to be around her mid-forties comes to the door, looks him over, then opens it to let him inside.
The dive's clearly not open to the greater public right now, but the woman -- who has a shimmery tattoo of what look like turquoise scales along her shoulder, neck and upper arm -- heads back behind the counter to resume working on a large inventory of bottles. She nods at him, gestures towards what looks like a small, raised stage back in the corner.]
Head on over, kid.
[There's an assortment of instruments out, including the piano. Ellie's sitting on a chair, picking at an acoustic guitar.
Her arms are bare this time, showing her impressive collection of scars and the sleeve on her right arm of a moth and two ferns -- which seems to be covering some type of burn scar.]
Lance.
[Ellie waves him over -- they have some limited amount of privacy back here, but not too much.]
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Date: 2020-11-18 03:43 am (UTC)[It's something they'll talk about someday, she thinks -- but not now, not today, not when things are already so... this.
The Mermaid is shut up tight, it being around the middle of the day, but when Lance knocks a woman who looks to be around her mid-forties comes to the door, looks him over, then opens it to let him inside.
The dive's clearly not open to the greater public right now, but the woman -- who has a shimmery tattoo of what look like turquoise scales along her shoulder, neck and upper arm -- heads back behind the counter to resume working on a large inventory of bottles. She nods at him, gestures towards what looks like a small, raised stage back in the corner.]
Head on over, kid.
[There's an assortment of instruments out, including the piano. Ellie's sitting on a chair, picking at an acoustic guitar.
Her arms are bare this time, showing her impressive collection of scars and the sleeve on her right arm of a moth and two ferns -- which seems to be covering some type of burn scar.]
Lance.
[Ellie waves him over -- they have some limited amount of privacy back here, but not too much.]
Find the place okay?