It was a bar the Savage enjoyed visiting. Though to be honest, her visits had died off after ascending to Prince. And it wasn’t exactly a dive bar, but it wasn’t a high-end bar either, it was comfortably in the middle.
So tonight she decided to take a night and jut let her hair down. Leave the title at the office so to speak and just have fun. Yes, the Prince still like to have fun. And she longed for regular conversation, just people shooting the shit and relaxing.
Would she find that tonight? Well, that remained to be seen.
A whiskey was ordered and sat untouched in front of the Italian, a hand absently rotating the glass as dark eyes observe the room. Her booth in a good location to see the door and be seen if someone was looking.
Tonight she was quite casual in a tight, fitted and shredded sheer white shirt and black dress pants. Long raven hair hung over her shoulders and her lips were painted a blood red. Tattoos were very visible wherever you looked, from her arms to her neck toned stomach and even face. It lead to the question, was there anywhere she was lacking ink?