violentine lemons. 🍋

Galway Girl

Clementine made her way down the crowded street. Even for it being rather late in the evening, there were still throngs of people milling about. But, she supposed, this was the most well known street in Dublin; many of the people were probably tourists, like herself. Over the general hum of people, Clementine heard the sound of a piano floating from one of the side streets. Intrigued, she followed the sound. As she got closer, she found the source of the sound; several people huddled together outside an overflowing bar, one man perched on top of a table playing the piano while a few others either stomped their feet or clapped their hands along with the beat. But what caught Clementine's attention was the beautiful red haired woman standing amongst them, black wool coat hanging open over a grey sweater, hand-rolled cigarette in one hand, glass of whiskey in the other, and a broad grin on her face. Minnie eyes met Clementine's as she approached the group, fixing her with a bright smile.

"Evening." The woman said to her, giving her a subtle once over before meeting her eyes once more, her grin making a sly twist. "Come here often?" She had a deep, husky voice that Clementine found enticing.

"Not exactly," Clementine replied. "I'm actually just here visiting, I'd never been to Ireland before so I'm exploring. I was walking down the street there and heard the music. He's very good." Clementine nodded to the man on the table, who got a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Hear that, Violet? The lass says I'm good!" He said to the woman.

"Oh stuff it, Lou." The blonde, Violet, rolled her eyes at him. "Well, now you've done it, he'll be full of himself for a week, getting a complement from such a pretty girl."

Clementine blushed.

"So, an explorer? Got a name?" Violet asked.

"Clementine."

"Well, Clementine, welcome to Dublin." She made a sweeping gesture to the city around them. "I'm Violet, this is my bestfriend Louis. We're only in town visiting friends, thought we'd come down and play a while. Do you smoke, Clementine?" Violet extended her cigarette to her.

"Yes, thank you." Clementine took a drag, eyes widening as she passed it back. "Is there marijuana in that?" She asked in a hushed tone.

"What, you mean to tell me you've never had a spliff before?" Violet asked, taking a drag.

"Um, no." Clementine said, chuckling.

"I think they must just be a European thing." Violet shook her head at Louis, who merely shrugged.

"Must be." She motioned to Violet's nearly empty glass. "What are you drinking? I'll buy you another."

"Careful, Clementine, she'll have you flat broke with that bar tab if you're not careful." Louis teased. Violet shoved him playfully.

"Oh hush, you." She looked back to Clementine, finishing the last of her drink. "He may have a point." The blonde chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that did funny things to Clementine's stomach. "But, you're a guest to our fair shores, so the first round is on me." She grinned, taking a drag of the spliff and passing it to Clementine with a flirtatious wink. "Feel free to finish that, I'll be right back." And with that, she headed inside.

"Oh, she likes you." Louis said once Violet was out of earshot.

"You think so?" Clementine took a drag, a shy smile on her lips.

"Definitely. I've not seen Violet fawn so quickly over a girl in years." Louis replied, absently humming to the music in the background.

"She said you were visiting as well, where are you from?" Clementine asked, grinding the finished spliff under her heel.