After "stumbling across" some extra money, Margaux had made a spur-of-the-moment decision that she knew she would regret by morning: she had spent the money on some lame, over-expensive club for a change of scenery.

Thinking about it now, (while sitting at the bar and drinking a beer) Margaux realized she could have gone to a diner or somewhere useful instead of "The Energizer". In fact, not only would it have been cheaper, but she would have paid for an actual dinner.

Hell, getting in had been a bitch, too... and really, was it worth it so far?

Not really.

Margaux took a long swig of her beer, her elbows on the counter, her form slouched. Her taste in drugs and alcohol was far from sophisticated, as were her manners, as she clearly displayed. She thought of the line she had made herself wait in for this shit. What a waste of time.

At least getting past the doorman had been no problem... the asshole didn't even ask for her ID, as her age was apparent due to the bags under her eyes and the slightly-but-not-overly noticeable lines at the corners of her lashes.

She should have been offended at the lack of carding but really, who wanted to look like a teenager at the age of twenty-seven?

It wasn't as if she was ugly. Her body was firm and toned, although slightly too thin. Currently her shapely legs were covered in a mass of ripped fishnet and lace, a pleated black mini skirt barely covering her ass. She wore a too-small white tank, and her black bra showed clearly through it. Her over-dyed, pinkish red hair was gathered at the back of her head in a butterfly clip that was missing a few teeth...

...And tattered old leather platform boots completed the "grungy slut" look. She was almost ashamed of herself for dressing this way. Almost.

A murmured comment beside her caught her attention, and she straightened up slightly to look at the person who spoke. She grinned, exposing two rows of white but not perfect teeth.

"I think its more a matter of who you know rather than who you fuck." she told the attractive woman sitting next to her, her voice slightly throaty from under-use.

"Though, I don't think I'd mind pushing you down the rabbit hole in exchange for a night of intimacy."

Margaux smirked, prepared for a look of disgust or worse. But opportunities to use crude humor didn't pop up very often anymore, and she missed it, honestly.

ooc: sorry this took so long.


Margaux took another long swig of her beer, finishing it off, before setting it down quietly in front of her. She grinned at the girl's statement, mostly because it was quite true. There really wasn't too much of a difference.

"I might be." Margaux told her, playing with the girl's clearly-displayed desperation. She had never been exactly desperate to get into Wonderland. In high school, she had little connections here and there, to get to the small things. Cigarettes, marijuana, a prescription painkiller here and there. It was when she was out of school and into heroin that she had needed Wonderland most.

"My name is Margaux, by the way."

She held out her self-manicured hand, offering a friendly handshake to go along with her introduction. She would be happy to lead this girl into Wonderland, but she wanted to squeeze a conversation out of this whole ordeal as well. As people often say... 'companionship is where you find it'. And Margaux wasn't about to pass up a potential acquaintance.

"What can I call you?"