Who: Wrath and Raven When: Late Tuesday night Where: Club Ragnarök Rating: TBD
What a week! She had created a new partnership with an extremely powerful New God, she'd put up with being talked down to by her sister, she'd slaughtered a bunch of mortals with the Phonoi and now she was meeting with an old friend. She dressed well, if not a tad provocatively. This was Club Ragnarök and she wanted to look her best. Checking her reflection in the mirror, she made sure her hair was perfect and the small silver cross was in place around her neck. Picking up her small purse from the coffee table, she left and hailed a cab.
Arriving about ten minutes early, she waited outside and had a cigarette, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. Really, smoking was a mortal vice and Wrath wasn't addicted, she only smoked when angry or bored and sometimes just to pass the time. Walking into the club, she immediately felt the pulsation bass vibrating the floor and the slight tingle in her senses that told her she wasn't the only immortal in the room. There were at least a few here tonight, blending in, having fun and Wrath wasn't about to disturb them from their games.
Ordering a martini from the bar, she looked around for Raven and when she didn't see him, sat down at one of the small tables on the side of the dance floor. Turning down two offers to dance, she sipped at her drink and tried to pick the immortals out of the crowd curiously.