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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2020 16:57:45 GMT -7
i a m m y o w n.
NEW YEARS EVE, 2025THE MUSIC BLARED LOUDLY AND UNFAMILIAR. Festivities leaving tables sticky and people yelling to be heard over one and other. It wasn't Tia's scene. It was, however, Mina's. Tia hadn't seen many familiar faces since she had returned from France. Maybe she was feeling a little lonely, but she wasn't about to admit that. Her training didn't start again until after New Years so there was nothing to distract Tia from her own company. It had led Tia to reach out to Mina, which had led her to a pub on New Years Eve.
"Why is everything so sticky?!" Tia exclaimed when she slumped in to the chair opposite to Mina. Tia had been early, of course, but she hadn't gotten a table. It meant she'd hovered at the bar for fifteen minutes until Mina had turned up. Mina had been in the pub for two seconds and Tia had watched her procure a table with a practised kind of ease and hustle. She'd followed her to the seat opposite soon after, a glass of firewhiskey in each hand. One she offered to Mina, the other she took a large sip from, the burn searing the skin of her throat as it went down. "You're late." She said simply, her lips tingling.