It's hard to live in the city.
Characters; Abra Dunstan and Dalan Williams.
Date/Time; During the winter break. Very late at night.
Where; Everywhere, London.
Warnings; PG-13.
Status;Incomplete.



The downtown lights were beckoning, and Abra certainly wasn’t going to ignore them. She had been in the house nearly all break with her father catching up, and she hadn’t been out for what seemed like years. She missed the night, the lights, the people, and with Dalan’s sudden cry for some form of excitement, it was the perfect opportunity. If only Abra could remember where her drinking partner lived, and she’d be all set. She was close, she knew that for sure, judging on cluster of houses that were bigger than ten of her apartments, and all pure-blood families had distinctive qualities that separated them from the rest of the pack, so finding the Williams house surely wouldn’t be that hard.

Abra, who had no patience whatsoever, had no time for guessing games. She wanted to get wasted, and she wanted to get wasted now. Picking out a house that she was sure someone like Dalan would live in, she lifted a few pebbles and tossed them at one of the second story windows. She hoped she had the right one.