How often did one see Lola Green walking down the streets of the club districts downtown at night? And how often did one see a seventy year old lady heading into a bar when it was clearly not the time for someone her age to be out but instead to be tucking into bed? Well not that often really, but this was one of those rare occasions.
The blonde slowly approached the entrance and pushed her way through and into the buzzing as ever night club. The bouncer at the front smiled with much amusement, but did nothing to stop the granny from entering the premise. Good. There was certainly not a problem about whether if she was underage or not. Eheh.
It was easy for her to make her way through the crowd since the young generation practically parted their way for her. So not long later, Lola arrived at the bar. She slid onto a stool beside a man who seemed to be alone.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you drinking alone is never the way to go?"
Last Edit: Mar 24, 2016 7:15:00 GMT -6 by Lola Green