Not My Kinda Party Nor My Cup of Tea
Closed starter for @clxk-wxrk
I frowned as I puffed on my pipe, examining all these humans behind round shades. Such powerful heartbeats, quickened by their bodies moving in time to the music - well, most of them anyway. Others were just drunk foolish bastards who’s current state told them they could dance. This wasn’t dancing, not the way I remembered it…
But I sniffed the air, turning quickly as a girl caught my eye. And the scent of her blood was, well, intoxicating. My eyes were darkening, a pupiless black by now, I was sure of that. Lucky I wore my shades. “Hello, Miss. Odd place for a pretty lady like you. You look like you should be at Cotillion.” I grinned. Of course she looked like she fit right in here, but her eyes and her face were lovely. And I liked nice eyes, liked lookin’ in them.
“Cotillion? Well if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were flirting with me. Am I right?” She new that she would catch someone’s eye with her short black dress. Ruby liked being the prettiest girl in the room. She thrives on it. “You could get me something to drink. You know, if you are actually interested. My drink’s whiskey.”