Mamas, Warn Your Sons...
Who: Farrah and Fin What: Two ladies, out on the prowl. Someone's gonna get bitten. When: Friday night, 1/6, very late Where: Sypher Casino, one of the satellite bars on the floor Warning: Nothing (yet)
Sitting with one illegally long leg crossed over the other, foot swinging a bit in time to the carefully regulated background music, Fin looked over the crowd that had gathered for another Friday night of legal and permissible debauchery. She smiled to herself, a sly little expression that many a small bird had seen before going down a cat's gullet. At least a dozen would-be victims crossed her line of vision. Some of them looked more than a little fun; one or two might even qualify for a special treat and private entertainment.
Of course, they would be like popcorn in comparison to others but... Many were, lately.
With a growing smile, Fin twisted a bit on her stool and regarded her partner in crime for the night. Farrah was a lovely girl, clever and capable and refreshingly non-judgmental. The Siren couldn't begin to fathom the notion of inviting any other female along on a hunt, however playful, but Farrah was a bit special. "So, sweetie, what do you think? Should we start picking now or see what flops up on our shores?"