𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍

𝕚 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖.

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏғғ.

𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒃 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒛𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔.

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

She knows that. It's why she sacrificed her leg back then.

“Unfortunately, my time in that battle is long over. Long ended before it truly even began, yes sir. Even if I'm only reading news reports on a bar stool, I appreciate your work.”

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

“I refuse, sir.”

Not a fan of theatrics, and unaware of the reward he has in mind, she rejects his game.

“The drink that best suits the customer is the one that they decide to order. It's simple as that. You carve out your own destiny, yes?

[‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ♯ 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭 @SOLSTICETRIGGER]

plus an order for two, one for herself. Otherwise, nothing. Not a single dime.

Setting the glass aside, he rested his arms on the bar, waiting not for her response, for it's already been set in stone in his mind, but the treat she'd surely whip up.

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

Perhaps, if we were friends, I'd ask you something along the lines of ‘are you happy?’ — but that's none of my business, sir.”

Happiness is a meaningless concept when it comes to something as important as freedom and equality, anyways.

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

Chúc Mừng Năm Mới! Tiền vô như nước.

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

I hope you're not wasting your lunch break on a single drink, sir.”

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

“Of course. But—”

The aforementioned barista responded in a polite tone.

“— You do know where you are. Don't you, sir?”

Club Rendezvous was no bar anyone could find on the street. It was a speakeasy that only high-class individuals visited.

[‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ♯ 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭 @SOLSTICETRIGGER]

the original Solstice Trigger, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 gave the barista his order.

This’d be at least a second of leisure.

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

“Has it been a long day, sir?

No, it has to have been. For you to be at a speakeasy at this time of day. ...... I won't complain about business. Rather, I'm inviting you to do the complaining, sir.

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

// cumming so hard rn

[‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ♯ 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭 @SOLSTICETRIGGER]

❝ A ginger beer, ma’am. That’s it. ❞

After surveying the menu while sitting at the front bar knowing good and damn well he ain’t a drinker, the aforementioned man now suited in an all-black button up, all-black dress shoes, with all-black slacks, held up by an all-black belt;

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

https://t.co/3YkumxOEWF

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲,
all of the ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴏɴɢs that exist
𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒.

#SOLSTICERP | #MVRP

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏғғ.

𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒃 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒛𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔.

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

https://t.co/IYAi96uo7P

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲,
all of the ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴏɴɢs that exist
𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒.

#SOLSTICERP | #MVRP

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

Fun fact ! Every single "it girl" song ever written is about lien

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

She won't ask the names of anyone who comes or goes.

“I saw an injured person, and used my knowledge to help them.”

That's all she'll say.

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒

[𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 @workersretreat]

Always keen on a business opportunity, Lien offered her services as a former EMT to those who visited the bar. If someone was injured, she would take them to the backrooms and stitch them back up.

Now her skills as a doctor are well known among organized crime syndicates.