brooklynn life ; piano

Though today was a relatively good day, Ariadne had an awful night. She and her half-siblings were fighting. Bad. Sea green eyes glared at the large building that she was about to enter. They were making a mountain out of a molehill; it was awful. Walking towards the doors of the bar/club, Ari immediately went towards the bar. Sitting on a stool, she sighed sharly. Would she drink alchohol? No. She just enjoyed the atmosphere sometimes. Not bothering to look at the bartender, Ari pursed her lips. "Could I have some root beer?" she asked. Her head only ached as she tried to sit up. The daughter of Apollo was already bored out of her mind, and now she has to have a headache too? Great. Just great.