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st_igmatizedIt was allegedly too early in the day for anybody to be drinking (or at least it would be if life here dictated anything like a normal schedule), so the bar was pretty dead when Sunny decided, screw it. If anybody from the Obi Library came to pick her up, at least she wouldn't be here.
She judged herself pretty harshly when a bid to her knife to 'bring music of my heart' summoned Sia's "Cheap Thrills" of all things, but she couldn't deny that it got her moving and made her smile. The song was complete trash, and it was, sadly, exactly what she needed.
The bar was pretty dead, but not completely. Tucked away where she hoped she wouldn't be bothered but couldn't help watching, Snow was sitting in a booth with her lunch. It ran the risk of people, but she still liked coming in for meals just because it was a break in her day. She'd be back out to the horses in a bit. For now, though... this oddity.
Sunny hadn't seen anybody use the dance floor yet, which she considered a complete and utter shame. It was beautiful and right there and she threw herself completely into the music. The song didn't seem to have a proper source, which spooked Snow some but Sunny didn't seem to care about in the slightest. She moved with the fluidity of complete confidence and years of experience, assertive, bright, bold, her blonde Afro a halo around her head.
Eventually the song ended and she realized she had company. "Wetin?" she asked, a single Pidgin word in her thickest Nigerian accent like she'd never been in the states before her arrival. What? She didn't know if anybody here would still fall for 'the new girl doesn't speak English,' but she did have to try for a little fun.
Having played the 'I don't speak English' game herself even with people who knew that was her one and only language, Snow snorted quietly and observed.
She judged herself pretty harshly when a bid to her knife to 'bring music of my heart' summoned Sia's "Cheap Thrills" of all things, but she couldn't deny that it got her moving and made her smile. The song was complete trash, and it was, sadly, exactly what she needed.
The bar was pretty dead, but not completely. Tucked away where she hoped she wouldn't be bothered but couldn't help watching, Snow was sitting in a booth with her lunch. It ran the risk of people, but she still liked coming in for meals just because it was a break in her day. She'd be back out to the horses in a bit. For now, though... this oddity.
Sunny hadn't seen anybody use the dance floor yet, which she considered a complete and utter shame. It was beautiful and right there and she threw herself completely into the music. The song didn't seem to have a proper source, which spooked Snow some but Sunny didn't seem to care about in the slightest. She moved with the fluidity of complete confidence and years of experience, assertive, bright, bold, her blonde Afro a halo around her head.
Eventually the song ended and she realized she had company. "Wetin?" she asked, a single Pidgin word in her thickest Nigerian accent like she'd never been in the states before her arrival. What? She didn't know if anybody here would still fall for 'the new girl doesn't speak English,' but she did have to try for a little fun.
Having played the 'I don't speak English' game herself even with people who knew that was her one and only language, Snow snorted quietly and observed.
