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undergrounds2016-05-09 07:44 pm
kleptofaeniac) wrote in undergrounds2016-05-09 07:44 pm
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Now we're bound to linger on (May Catch-All)
1. Guilty Pleasures
"Welcome to Guilty Pleasures!"
Kenzi wasn't going to slap some cheesy tagline on the greeting like she should, she wasn't in the mood to be anything more than fake-chipper like a fast-food register worker: disdainful but faking it anyway. She wasn't hungry, thank God. She'd learned that showing up to the club with a hankering for some Type O would lead to bad things.
Like almost eating someone in the club bathroom.
Yeah, that wasn't the smartest thing to do. Not that she'd admit that out loud.
"Drink, Private room?"
She'd just do her job - ugh- and get through the night. Without a drink. Fuck.
2. Bloodfest
Maybe it was the fact that she'd been eating as little as possible because she wanted to pretend she was still human. Maybe it was the scent of blood so thick in the air she could practically taste it. Maybe she just wasn't equipped with the self-control to be a vampire.
Maybe she wanted to just give into the animal instinct to hunt and kill that she still wasn't used to.
Whatever it was, the first night of the Bloodfest Millicent sanctioned was going to get a little more bloody.
As she walked out of the latest bar with Nancy by her side, Kenzi's smile faded in increments as she began to feel....rather strange. Like something was pushing at her head from behind.
"Oh, fudgecicles. I think I'm gonna be sick again," is all she gets out before she makes a beeline for the alley just on the other side of the bar. She isn't sure if she's going to hurl or not but...well. This was too weird for this not to be sickness and it was getting worse quickly.
3. Wildcard
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"Welcome to Guilty Pleasures!"
Kenzi wasn't going to slap some cheesy tagline on the greeting like she should, she wasn't in the mood to be anything more than fake-chipper like a fast-food register worker: disdainful but faking it anyway. She wasn't hungry, thank God. She'd learned that showing up to the club with a hankering for some Type O would lead to bad things.
Like almost eating someone in the club bathroom.
Yeah, that wasn't the smartest thing to do. Not that she'd admit that out loud.
"Drink, Private room?"
She'd just do her job - ugh- and get through the night. Without a drink. Fuck.
2. Bloodfest
Maybe it was the fact that she'd been eating as little as possible because she wanted to pretend she was still human. Maybe it was the scent of blood so thick in the air she could practically taste it. Maybe she just wasn't equipped with the self-control to be a vampire.
Maybe she wanted to just give into the animal instinct to hunt and kill that she still wasn't used to.
Whatever it was, the first night of the Bloodfest Millicent sanctioned was going to get a little more bloody.
As she walked out of the latest bar with Nancy by her side, Kenzi's smile faded in increments as she began to feel....rather strange. Like something was pushing at her head from behind.
"Oh, fudgecicles. I think I'm gonna be sick again," is all she gets out before she makes a beeline for the alley just on the other side of the bar. She isn't sure if she's going to hurl or not but...well. This was too weird for this not to be sickness and it was getting worse quickly.
3. Wildcard
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"No, I'm sorry." Evie said as patiently as she could, offering a small, reassuring smile to the young woman in front of her. "I'd like to speak directly to him. We're old acquaintances- you don't happen to have his mobile number, do you?"
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"I don't really chat with him while he's out."
Which was a lie. A big one. She had his cell memorized at this point.
But this chick didn't need to know it.
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So, she'll just reach over and take a piece of paper and a pen and start to write a brief message to Jean-Claude. Her handwriting is elegant without trying, too easily practiced.
"I trust you can deliver him a letter." She'll be sealing it.