🚗 Rally Vincent 🔫🔞

🍸 Having walked up close to the glass, Rally could finally get a proper look inside. The bar had plenty of open space, but somehow it didn't feel empty. Tables were scattered around the room, speakers occupied the corners, a pool table sat further inside, and several rather strange cat statues had found themselves placed around the room alongside a handful of plants. The lighting was warm and inviting, with subtle purple illumination bleeding into the corners and giving the whole place a slightly mysterious atmosphere. The walls carried the same deep purple as the exterior, so dark that the colour was almost indistinguishable from black, while the flooring was made from polished hardwood, its natural texture still visible beneath the soft lighting. The interior itself had a distinctly retro-modern feel. Sleek curves, bold splashes of red and plenty of polished metal gave the place a stylish, almost futuristic charm without making it feel overly sterile. The bar itself was perhaps the most carefully designed part. Its countertop was made from smooth marble, bordered by a silver metal rim that protected the overhanging edge from the inevitable abuse a busy bar would inflict upon it. Even the drip tray had been custom-built directly into the counter, brushed steel forming a seamless little recess that made cleaning considerably easier while somehow managing to look rather elegant. Her collection of bar utensils was proudly displayed in a glass stirring jug behind the counter. A long bar spoon and a shorter one sat alongside a metal muddler, several hawthorn strainers, and four double-sided cone jiggers, each with slightly different measurements. The long spoon's twisted handle caught the ambient lighting whenever someone moved past it, producing little flashes of silver. All of that, however, was surprisingly easy to ignore when there was something considerably more distracting happening directly in the middle of the bar. Jill. The bartender was apparently taking her job as a professional cocktail mixer very seriously. Just not at this particular moment. Instead, she was in the middle of what appeared to be a yoga session, stretched out across a foam mat in the centre of the bar. Her loose-fitting pink T-shirt hung casually from her frame, the bold white lettering across the front reading simply: SLUT. Beneath it, her comfortable shorts completed an outfit that was considerably more suited to lounging around her own bar than actually serving customers. Her arms were extended as far as they could comfortably reach, the movement pulling her shoulders and upper back taut as she slowly worked through the tension. Her delicate fingers spread against the mat while she held the stretch, completely unconcerned with how ridiculous the shirt made the otherwise peaceful yoga session look. Her chin rested gently against the mat as she held the position, taking a slow breath before gradually beginning to draw her knees inward. With every little shuffle forward, her hips rose a little higher, naturally accentuating the curve of her waist and hips. Her shorts shifted slightly during the movement, each shift pulled a slight wedgie tighter and tighter until they perfectly showed off each cheek as well as the slight bump of her groin underneath... At least until it was too much for Jill to ignore prompting her to reach around and pull them free. But in doing so if Rally was peeping too much she would catch a slight glimpse at the rather cute white and pink striped panties underneath. "𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌... 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔." She muttered the last part while turning her head just enough to glance toward the all-black cat sitting nearby. The cat, naturally, was already performing the exact same stretch. Jill stared at it for a moment. The cat stared back. "..." Apparently, neither of them saw anything unusual about this arrangement. Unfortunately for Jill, she was completely oblivious to the fact that Rally was standing outside. The music playing throughout the bar was just loud enough to drown out the gentle knock against the glass, meaning the bartender remained blissfully unaware that she had an audience. For the moment, Jill simply continued stretching, entirely convinced that she and her cat were having a perfectly private yoga session.

🍸 Should Rally decide to look for the bar, she would find it with surprising ease. The once-abandoned building directly across from her shop had been purchased months ago, though for most of that time it had remained a rather mysterious work in progress. Renovations had been happening on and off, never quite following any obvious schedule. There had been one constant, however. One particular girl had been coming and going with remarkable consistency. She wasn't dressed like a construction worker, nor did she seem to be working for any contractors. She simply arrived, disappeared inside for hours, and eventually left again as though the building already belonged to her. Now, the building was finally nearing completion. Mounted above the entrance was a freshly installed sign: 【Ｖａ－１１　Ｈａｌｌ－Ａ】 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ【Ｂａｒ】 Unlike many of the surrounding businesses, the bar had been given a rather distinct and refined appearance. The old wooden beams along the exterior had been sanded and polished until they were perfectly smooth before being painted a deep, almost black shade of purple. The windows had been given a subtle tint, enough to obscure the interior from prying eyes without completely hiding the colourful glow of the lights within. Even the pavement directly outside had received some attention. What would normally be left to gather grime and dirt, despite technically being public property, had been pressure washed until it looked almost brand new. It was clear that whoever owned the place cared about the little details. Approaching the entrance, Rally would find an imposing glass door stretching almost from floor to ceiling. A gradient of purple tinted the glass from the bottom upwards, becoming almost completely clear near the top. Through it, the faint glow of the interior could just barely be seen. The door itself was locked for now. But taped neatly against the glass was a handwritten note. "𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕."