Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

The self proclaimed Goth Puppy sleeps like a cat, all curled up and forgetting sometimes that she's sharing a bed with another less tiny being. (Eamon is triceps and biceps and abs and an Apollo's belt that honestly makes Adrina want to weep sometimes. Adrina has no muscles to speak of and the only definition that appears on her is the type created by corsets.)

She's not the easiest person to sleep with: besides her kittenish curling ways, Adrina is a perpetual blanket thief who'll unknowingly build herself a nest and leave her (perfectly sculpted) lover to face the cold.

( a scene apropos of nothing )

She'd been to the Smuggler's Arms a few times with Eamon before and it was a nice pub, as pubs went. Adrina was more of an upscale bar type of girl, or a dark goth club kind of girl - both options a little more obvious from her appearance and demeanor.

But this was certainly the first time she'd been here since she and Eamon had broken up.

She had rationalised this in her head so many times on her way here tonight: Eamon liked this pub. Eamon sometimes came to this pub. But! Eamon couldn't, logically, be in this pub every night and so if he happened to be there at the same time that she was there, then it would be an act of fate and nothing more that brought them together.

She missed him. She missed him like a dull ache deep down inside. No, not dull - there was nothing dull about this ache. It was full-bodied and brightly-burning and psychedelically coloured and it was painting every aspect of her days with pain.

It would be a chance meeting and likely wouldn't happen, and she'd convinced herself so much of it that when she walked in and he wasn't among the people there, the level of disappointment she felt actually surprised her. She felt her body sink into itself with it and her sigh was heavily dragged from her lungs.

She walked slowly over to the bar and leaned against it - in her corset she couldn't really sit comfortably on a bar stool. She'd dressed up far too much for a casual hanging out at the pub, wanting to look her best if he saw her. But now her tightly laced corset and freshly curled hair appeared to be for nothing.

Adrina ordered herself a vodka martini.