Chapter 67 Vaguely Poetic
- ARYA
- The bar was too loud. I hated it.
- I hated the way the neon lights flickered over glossy tables and half-empty glasses. Hated how the music vibrated in my bones and made my skull ache. I hated the way couples clung to each other like life jackets in a sea of boredom, all laughter and kisses and lies.