'Cause what I'm thinking about you? Is not okay. Who: Aurelia & Rae Where: Heme When: After sundown
Ew, Riverfest. Water leeched the heat from everything it touched. While the vibrations from the godforsaken jetskis had carried all the way to where Aurelia had chosen to bask, she couldn’t say she was enjoying the town’s little festival as much as everyone else seemed to be. Having redirected all calls to the Court’s front desk to her cell phone, she felt no shame in scanning the wares of the vendors once over before returning to a spot much further from the river to top up her tan. It had long been her personal mission to neglect her duties as landlady anyhow. What did she care if their plumbing broke? Hers was just fine. She needed a bigger heat lamp and another electric blanket, but nevertheless.
After tiring of the noises carrying from the river, the lamia had retreated further to laze on one of the picnic tables outside the complex. Which, she realised after an hour or so, made her far more accessible to the residents... I’ll suffer it as long as they don’t try making me go back inside. As though they really could. The ridiculous lump of rotating rock they called a planet could cut off her sunlight, however. A fact that had annoyed Aurelia as a child and continued to do so now. Hissing under her breath, she had stormed up to her own apartment, turned her heat lamp on and stuck one of those heat-pads to her back to prolong the pleasant hum under her skin, left from hours spent in the sun. Hm. She was definitely a lot darker in colour than she had been that morning. Given that she had spent all day with her top rolled up to bare her stomach, she was fairly pleased with her tan.
She wanted to show it off.
She also wanted the drink she believed she was fully entitled to just for carrying the title ‘landlady’, but that was neither here nor there. Half way there, Superstition was ruled out. The owner reeked of magic and the overgrown cat she supposed to be his familiar was not something she was inclined to put any kind of trust in. For all she knew it was a were and the witch was also a telepath. Stalling the car in her burst of paranoia, Aurelia pulled a U-turn she knew to be illegal and directed herself towards Heme. At least there you could mostly tell who was what. The vampires had fangs. Everyone else didn’t. The logic was questionable, but it worked for her for the time being. That she currently looked like vampire bait was not lost on her, but then she wasn’t exactly a helpless little human looking to get into the pants of something more interesting than the boy next door.
Shrugging her jacket off as she entered the bar, Aurelia couldn’t stop herself from sneering slightly. A lot of the men in here probably were the boy next door. If anyone was unable to take ‘no’ for an answer, she would happily show them what they could do with those fangs. Or hers. “Dry martini, love.” Sliding onto the bar stool, she considered the likelihood of that coming with blood in it. With a tan like hers it was difficult to mistake her for one of the undead. Then again, she wasn’t entirely averse to drinking it, depending on the age of the donour. She almost envied vampires their lack of concern for impurities.
But if it came tasting like human, the bartender was going to find his face planted against the bar-top.