Post by Verainne on Aug 2, 2012 18:04:31 GMT -5
Ahhh, the sweet sound of slow jazz under ambient lights, the muffled conversations of rich and classy citizens laughing and flirting, the clinking of ice floating through liquid to meet against glass's hard surface. Thoroughly enjoying the relaxed atmosphere, Jenn lifted her whisky glass off the dark stained mahogany wood and to her lips. Her sapphire eyes were hidden beneath the shadows of her fedora, but it didn't mean she wasn't watching. Here she wasn't the mischievous kitten her friends knew her as, nor was she the bubbly Jenn that she was at work. Here she was calm, relaxed, and classy Jenn, a personality that only surfaced occasionally. She watched silently as a particularly handsome guy glided across the stage to pick up the mic. Ah, so it was him again-- the guy with the silk voice. She didn't know his real name, nor did anyone else in the bar, but he went by Blue Star on the stage. She could easily find herself lost in his voice, and she often wondered if he might be a siren. That didn't matter, though. She tapped on the wood with a ringed finger to the beat, closing her eyes to enjoy the melody.
Oh.
Well, that wasn't a welcome presence.
Jenn whirled around to find herself face to face with the extremely handsome vampire she'd known for years, yet never quite got along with. Of course, there was an unrecognizable yet extremely sexy woman glued to his arm. Wait- maybe she wasn't so unrecognizable after all. After a moment of realization, Jenn raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"Abbigail?"
The woman raised a finger to her lips, giving a slow wink.
"It's Bernetta today." She said, with a slight giggle.
"Oh."
That was certainly out of character, even for Abbigail.
Morgan, the tall, handsome vampire sighed, running his fingers through wavy brown hair.
"She's using me today to get back at an ex."
"Then why go by Bernetta?" Jenn asked, waving them to sit next to her.
"It's what I used to be known as after I ran away from that wretched dump and assumed a new identity."
"Oh." Well, that made sense.
"I also had to assume the personality of a ditzy high class girl, which wasn't exactly easy."
"Oh." That also made sense, but was almost impossible to imagine.
"Anyways, this guy was known for his habit of breaking hearts and leaving high-class-women almost in poverty by using terrible and illegal means. I didn't know that, of course, and immediately fell for him. I never once slipped about who I really was, but he found out, and... Well, it didn't end well for me at all." Abbigail sighed, then waved the bartender over and ordered a couple cocktails for herself and Morgan.
"Oh." Jenn gazed absent mindedly ahead, taking another sip of her drink. This had absolutely nothing to do with her, and she didn't want to get involved. Getting kicked out of her favorite bar was not exactly in her tastes, mischievous as she was.
"Would you like to help?" Abbigail smiled side-long at her, mischief in her eye.
"Not really."
"What?" Even Morgan stopped to stare at her in shock. Jenn was the biggest prankster he knew, and her powers made it too easy for her to pass up.
"I just don't feel like it today. I'm gonna go listen to the band." Jenn slid out of her seat to sit closer to the stage, leaving Abbigail and Morgan wide-eyed behind her.
Oh.
Well, that wasn't a welcome presence.
Jenn whirled around to find herself face to face with the extremely handsome vampire she'd known for years, yet never quite got along with. Of course, there was an unrecognizable yet extremely sexy woman glued to his arm. Wait- maybe she wasn't so unrecognizable after all. After a moment of realization, Jenn raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"Abbigail?"
The woman raised a finger to her lips, giving a slow wink.
"It's Bernetta today." She said, with a slight giggle.
"Oh."
That was certainly out of character, even for Abbigail.
Morgan, the tall, handsome vampire sighed, running his fingers through wavy brown hair.
"She's using me today to get back at an ex."
"Then why go by Bernetta?" Jenn asked, waving them to sit next to her.
"It's what I used to be known as after I ran away from that wretched dump and assumed a new identity."
"Oh." Well, that made sense.
"I also had to assume the personality of a ditzy high class girl, which wasn't exactly easy."
"Oh." That also made sense, but was almost impossible to imagine.
"Anyways, this guy was known for his habit of breaking hearts and leaving high-class-women almost in poverty by using terrible and illegal means. I didn't know that, of course, and immediately fell for him. I never once slipped about who I really was, but he found out, and... Well, it didn't end well for me at all." Abbigail sighed, then waved the bartender over and ordered a couple cocktails for herself and Morgan.
"Oh." Jenn gazed absent mindedly ahead, taking another sip of her drink. This had absolutely nothing to do with her, and she didn't want to get involved. Getting kicked out of her favorite bar was not exactly in her tastes, mischievous as she was.
"Would you like to help?" Abbigail smiled side-long at her, mischief in her eye.
"Not really."
"What?" Even Morgan stopped to stare at her in shock. Jenn was the biggest prankster he knew, and her powers made it too easy for her to pass up.
"I just don't feel like it today. I'm gonna go listen to the band." Jenn slid out of her seat to sit closer to the stage, leaving Abbigail and Morgan wide-eyed behind her.