Boyd Ainslie | Red Riding Hood (ex_sanguine300) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-06-02 21:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | cinderella, meg giry, red riding hood |
Who: Boyd, Hannah and James
What: Dancing? That might turn out to be a euphemism.
Where: A club where no one in Bellum will see them
When: After Shane went insane. Thank you, Trenton.
Warnings: Watch this space.
It had taken all of sixty seconds for Shane to show up in the catacombs and almost kill someone; someone who had no chance of hurting her in that particular moment. It was all claws and fear, all over again.
Boyd couldn't handle it.
She'd taken enough drugs to knock her out for over 24 hours, and then she'd woken and messaged Hannah. A long shower followed, and then she'd dressed. The corset was pink, and it clasped in the front, and she wore nothing beneath it. It bared her stomach and the Italian word tattooed under her navel in dark, blood red. Her jeans sat low on her hips, and the top button was open. She finished it all off with innocent flip flops, her toenails painted a dark, blood red to match the tattoo on her skin.
By the time she knocked on Hannah's door, she had already had one flute of champagne, and she was determined to have a good time. She wanted to wash everything away, to get so exhausted she couldn't move, and she trusted her friend to be there with her through it.