Eve & Lilith Meet
Inspired by the scent of pool table felt
It’s a Thursday night and Eve is sitting at Eden, her favorite bar–a true dive: red lighting, four dollar G&Ts, a jukebox that’s stuck on John Denver albums and the dank smell of booth tables swollen and sticky with years of cheap beer spills.
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