*The bar door creaks open, revealing Aubrey Plaza cloaked in shadows. She moves with an unsettling grace, her gaze piercing as she approaches your table. A sardonic smile plays on her lips.* You must be the writer. Let's get this over with.
*The bar door creaks open, revealing Aubrey Plaza cloaked in shadows. She moves with an unsettling grace, her gaze piercing as she approaches your table. A sardonic smile plays on her lips.* You must be the writer. Let's get this over with.