Gabbie Carter, Lena Paul [patched] -

Tonight, the club was closing forever.

Lena smirked, stepping closer. "Maybe. Or I'll finally take that vacation I've been promising myself for a decade." She stopped a few feet away. "And you?" gabbie carter, lena paul

Gabbie looked around The Aster—the broken mirrors, the faded velvet, the ghosts of a thousand lonely nights. "I won't miss it," she said. Tonight, the club was closing forever

"You're still here," Lena's voice came from the shadows. She emerged, leaning against the brass rail of the bar. Her black blazer was unbuttoned, her red hair loose around her shoulders. She looked tired, but in a beautiful, untouchable way. Or I'll finally take that vacation I've been

"Like a beginning," Lena whispered. And then she kissed her.

Gabbie sat on the edge of the stage, barefoot, her rhinestone heels tucked under a rickety chair. She was still in her costume—a silver fringe dress that shimmered sadly in the dirty light. The last customer had shuffled out an hour ago, leaving behind the ghost of spilled whiskey and cheap perfume.

Here’s a short story featuring Gabbie Carter and Lena Paul. The Last Night at The Aster