paparazzi is your biggest fan. (the_411) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-24 16:26:00 |
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WHO: Paparazzi & Blues
WHERE: Random back alley bar in Manhattan.
WHEN: Sunday evening.
RATING/WARNINGS: TBD!
Bars. Paparazzi was always a fan of the bar scene, perhaps that's why she suggested it as the meeting place for Blues and herself? Besides, if he didn't plan on showing up, she could at least leave not feeling like she didn't do anything. Bars were the ideal location for celebrity spotting. Dark, sketchy, and full of mysterious allure, it was the perfect location for scandal, and gossip. Through a back alley, and down a random flight of stairs, the only thing marking that she was entering a building as a simple sign saying "No public restrooms" on the door. However, pushing open the door, the platinum blonde vixen found herself engulfed in dark than night lighting, and the heavy stench of alcohol. A low hum vibrated around her as people were too involved in their own conversations to notice the Goddess enter.
A pair of black heels showed off those sinfully long legs, as a black and white strapless dress hugged those subtle curves. Blonde hair cascaded down her back, with a slight curl to the ends, as a black bow clashed perfectly with her hair. Blue eyes flickered against the dull light as she approached the bar.
"A coke with two limes, Tommy." Never doubt that Paparazzi would know EVERYONE in this city. Shooting the man behind the counter a wink, he nodded and set about getting her drink. Paparazzi had to be the only one who showed up to a bar and didn't drink. She wasn't a drinker, at all. Alcohol never sat right with her, and after witnessing what it does to a mortals body? That was the last thing she wanted.
The bar tender pushed the drink towards, before going back to attending to the three other people sitting at the counter. Leaving the drink for now, the woman just channeled her powers into eavesdropping on customers in the bar. Picking up little snippets here and there of their conversations, Paparazzi began to wonder if Blues planned on getting drunk and not showing up? She began to inwardly curse herself for showing up on time.