Nyx was a little tense, she hated being stuck in that situation at home, – if she could even call that musty bar home – those men looking at her like she was just a piece of meat, eager to get their hands on her. But that day, she didn't have the patience for that, not with those disgusting people who make her sick at the thought of having to sleep with one of them again. A low sigh escapes her dry lips, her gaze wandering to the lollipop that was in her hand, she blinks slowly before her hand reaches for a cigarette to ease her desire to eat. Nyx wasn't hungry at all, the idea of eating something that their mother had made for them to chew and not die of hunger made her stomach churn. Her mother was horrible in every way and cooking was one of her worst traits.

Her gaze blinks slowly, looking at the candy and then looks towards the recently lit cigarette in her hands, she shudders but decides on something: to smoke a cigarette. She sees the smoke rising overhead, the sound of music and people drinking downstairs where the bar is is already familiar, neither uncomfortable nor welcoming, just another ambient sound. Her thoughts are cut off after hearing Celeste – her mother – screaming for her, the high-pitched, alcohol-slurred voice making Nyx squint, the disgust of hearing her name being called by her rising in her throat with a bitter taste.

"Come on lazy girl, come here!" Celeste's voice became higher pitched. Nyx rolled her golden eyes and stood up, her cigarette still dangling from her lips as she approached.

"I'm going! Hell..." Nyx grumbled in frustration, taking one last drag of her cigarette before throwing the cigarette butt on the floor and crushing it with the sole of her old boot. She takes a deep breath before heading towards the cramped stairs to go downstairs and go to the bar. Nyx's eyes wander around the bar until she finds her mother sitting, patting someone on the shoulder. Her breath hitches when she sees that man there next to her mother, countless thoughts wandering through her mind in despair about what could happen. "Shit. What's that old woman going to do? Why is he here?" Nyx's nails press against her palms, her eyes wide before approaching with nervous, unsteady steps.