Evie's going to walk on by. She has things to do tonight, places to be, vampires to stop from hurting innocent civilians, the usual. But Party catches her eye. She recognizes his hair, first and foremost, then his scent. So he's stayed mostly out of trouble- good. He needs it. Their world needs it.
Her high-heeled boots come to a stop right outside of where he's set up shop, and she makes a to-do about looking at the postcard prints, humming at them. A moment, and then she drops a 20 pound note into his tip jar.
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Her high-heeled boots come to a stop right outside of where he's set up shop, and she makes a to-do about looking at the postcard prints, humming at them. A moment, and then she drops a 20 pound note into his tip jar.
"I see you're keeping out of trouble, Party."