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[11 Oct 2006|01:12am] |
Tink. Tink.
Rattle.
Tink.
"What does a girl have to do to get a drink", Deanna groused quietly as she shuffled the ice about the bottom of her glass. That was the danger of being successful. Fang Noir was an ubiquitous hit.
Ubiquitous? Since when did the redhead start using that word?
Decisive. Yeah, that was better.
Fang Noir was a decisive smash with the hip and trendy. Wall-to-wall bodies in various states of undress, hoping to be spotted or more. And this was before midnight on a Wednesday.
The vampiress was on the hunt, but her game was specific tonight. She had a description, name, favorite perfume, likely outfit to be worn, to be on the lookout.
Deanna, the big game huntress, was on the prowl for the elusive Purity.
It had been a while. Perhaps too long. The witch moved like a panther through the crowds. The last time she'd been in Fang Noir was when her feet had been shredded up. Victoria had looked after her. Bodies were so close to each other that they were thankful for having a sheen of sweat. Lubricant to slip on by without sticking or being caught on someone’s arm.
Tipping head back, dark hair barely fell over shoulders as Purity made her way to the bar. Looking casual tonight in a black shirt and black pants. Not rough or butch, but wearing it perhaps like a male model. Well, she had the figure at least. Leaning across the bar she waited until the guy serving gave her a nod. "Beer." It was said with a half smile, the bills already on the counter for him.
( First round's on me )
( Hot flashes )
( Should I stay or should I go now? )
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