fangednconfused (fangednconfused) wrote in birthrightrpg, @ 2020-07-24 10:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | derek mitchell, ~wren ohashi |
Drank
Who: Wren Ohashi, Derek Mitchell
What: Tete-a-tete
Where: Club, Vegas
When: Present Day, Night
Ratings/Warnings: Violence
Granddaddy had the golden flask, backstroke every day in Chicago
Some people like the way it feels, some people wanna kill their sorrows…
The sounds of hip hop filled the club as a bartender handed Derek a beer. He scanned the crowd quickly; there was a good mix of the usual offenders and tourists. He had been working on honing his senses for a few years now, and even in a club packed with bodies, he could usually pick out the familiar.
Green and blue lights played over his face as he moved through the crowd, tilting the bottle back as he walked. Derek passed a couple grinding on the floor. His heart beat fast and erratic, hers steady and rhythmic. He licked his lips subconsciously, and the bitter tang of beer and – sadly – not blood hitting his taste buds brought him back to focus.
Anyway, he had located who had been searching for. A lithe figure, about a head shorter than he, raven hair. Derek didn’t need to speak up. He knew she’d hear him.
“Hey, Wren. What’s on the menu tonight?”
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