Literature
One Drink Wouldn't Hurt(PruHun)
Loud music boomed inside the tiny club, shaking the floor, loud, drunk laughter and flirting in hopes of getting laid rang through the alcohol tainted air.
It was for said reasons that Eliziveta wasn’t one for bars, which is why anyone who knew you well would be quite surprised to see her seated at the bar, fingers laced around a mug of beer, and one hand positioned on her chin, elbow digging into the table. There was only one good reason why she would ever be in a bar: work, also known, to Eliziveta, as hell, or the place where she had to be at the crack of fucking dawn.
It wasn’t the work itself she had a problem with, ho n