Who: Seth Nightlord & Open. What:Spying & getting information about vampire habits and their hunters. Selling flowers. What else? When: Late at night. Where: Outside a vampire bar, rough side of the town. Rating: TBD? Possible violence. Status: Open.
“Sir! Yes, you sir! Buy me flowers?”
For the most part, the people who looked at her direction sported a certain shock by the cheerful statement, Seth could tell which ones were the interesting one by the knowing sneer they bore after their puzzlement faded. It was the same gaze from a starving hyena, licking their teeth and muzzle while they plotted their attack. Poor things, she tsked, hyenas were smarter and thought twice about taking a bite on a lioness. But they didn’t made their move, not yet. They entered to the shadowed building adorned with neon lights and painted black. The night was still young, wasn’t it? Seth certainly thought so, expectantly glancing around her and waving bouquets of daisies and irises. Her energic voice echoed on the murky urban landscape.
“Flowers for your sweetheart!” A pause. “Flowers for your mother!”
Sighing, she leaned on the wall next to the entrance to the pub. The bouncers wouldn’t let her in and she had tried. Not alone, they said. She was too young, even for lawless places, they claimed before they shooed her as if she was a bothersome fly. A homeless brat of no more than sixteen and more less than thirteen years who had lost her mind to try to sell flowers in this spot. Let them assume; Little Girl Lost she was not.
Like this was a classy VIP bar!
The bar was a sleazy hideout that opened only at night; she had checked every single detail earlier. There were no windows and only had one door. Wet sounds of fights, landed fits and growling could be audible beneath the beat of the techno music. She was willing to bet that only half of the people who entered actually walked out. Aw, well, she didn’t care. With a shrug, Seth pulled herself out her resting place and began to exclaim, strolling closely to the mass that was waiting in line to get inside.
Again, one more time.
“Flowers! Flowers for your secret crush and your best friends!”