TerminalApathy

The murmur of voices stopped as soon as Bay had walked through the portal, her eyes fluttering over to the circular table with five dark brown leather swivel chairs, three of them being taken by two women and a man. One of the women looking to her with annoyed grey-gold eyes as she flipped her dyed dark red hair over her shoulder and leaned back in her chair. She was dressed in a white longsleeved shirt with a pair of blue jeans on and heavy duty brown boots on her feet. The man next to her had a simple bored expression upon his face, his own yellow-green eyes staring off into the distance as though he wasn’t completely there mentally.