Who: Adio and Nikita
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The Restaurant
What: Nikita just has to ruin things doesn't she?

Though it was a rainy day, Adio felt pretty good. At first the past few days weren't all that well when he found his sister in the Medical Pavilion, but things began to get better. He made sure that he and his older sister took turns in making sure Sanura was progressing and she seemed to totally evade the entire situation when asked about what happened. Sanura slept a lot and didn't even give off a description of her attacker. She didn't even say she was attacked though Adio found it obvious. Adio didn't think that it was a good idea for Sanura to just try and forget it all. But he knew that currently he didn't want to force his sister to talk about what happened.

Besides being worried sick about his sister, Adio was smiling somewhat like an idiot. He felt like a kid in elementary school when thinking about seeing someone that he was growing increasingly fond of. Freya was unique and he really liked her. Though he knew he was super awkward and maybe hard to get through at times, the two had a lot of fun together. He visited her often at the Ceramics Shop and often times she would peak in at the Medical Pavilion to see how he was doing. He liked how it was slow moving, casual and it was also like a friendship.

Okay, but he did love the kiss on the rooftop. Sometimes, the whole old fashion scenarios you picture in your head and or movies still exist.

It was Jamile's turn to watch Sanura and Adio made way to the restaurant to get something to eat. The Therianthrope found himself not eating as much on the downside of things due to his worries about his sister.

He ordered from a male who was quite friendly but didn't expect to be greeted soon after by someone far less friendly.

Who: Nikita, Adair and Adrienne (Let me know if this is okay babes!)
Where: The Wine Bar
When: Evening (6:30)
What: Meeting some new people and having a good time

“Ugh, fuck this curfew.” Nikita stated out lout and stopped her walking for a moment to stomp on her spent cigarette. What would happen if she stayed out at night? The babysitters club from hell was going to punish her? She would kick their asses if they laid a hand on her. She had every right to be outside and have some fun. She cooked her ass off until about five o’clock and now she wanted herself some drinks. Usually she was getting drunk at about midnight but just in case she lost the fight against the curfew, she decided to get her a drink at a pathetic time of 6:30.

She opened the door of the Wine Bar and didn’t care to leave the door open for the person behind her. Yeah, she was a sweet pea like that. Hey, that was thirty seconds of precious drinking time she didn’t want to waste. The person wasn’t a cripple, they could hold the door for themselves.

She got to the bar and smirked at the barmaid. She’d hit that. Nice big ass and tits to die for. “Scotch on the rocks please.” She let her smirk grow. “Leave the bottle.” She sighed and looked around to see if anyone else was here to drink up before they had to go home thanks to the curfew. There actually was a lot of people inside.