[It is a good color on her. Not the color she labels herself by, though here in Hell, it's become almost something of a nickname with certain people. Red. Like flame and ashes in her wake. She smiles, notices him looking, and enjoys it.
Because why not? She'd had reasons, she's sure, but for the life of her she can't remember what they were.]
Vodka soda.
[Not exactly her usual, but in bars in Hell it's a safe bet when little else is. She hates to imagine what they'd do to a cosmo.]
no subject
Because why not? She'd had reasons, she's sure, but for the life of her she can't remember what they were.]
Vodka soda.
[Not exactly her usual, but in bars in Hell it's a safe bet when little else is. She hates to imagine what they'd do to a cosmo.]
So how've you been?