Do you even have your own bed? Who: Bianca and Emyli Where: Outside of 7-11 When: Early morning
Even though classes had started back up and Bianca had a full load, she still had to work so that she could pay for the apartment the Syme's did not think she needed. Only she did. After a summer of living mostly on her own, discounting that brief period when Ronnie had been over before she found out that Bianca had some very black blood, there was no way that she was going to be able to go back to the dorms and roommates and loud people everywhere... oh god and the food. Bianca may not have been a great cook but at least she had a small kitchen of her own instead of the student cafeteria or nothing but fast food available when she felt like going out. She would rather work herself into the ground than go back to that. And seriously? Working the night shift at the local 7-11 was hardly the most strenuous task in the world. Sure, she had to put up with the stoners and the occasional drunk who wandered in and forgot why they were there, but that was fine. Better than working at some fast food joint or taking one of the student jobs on campus...
"Finally," Bianca snapped when her replacement showed up, yawning and rubbing at their eyes. Bianca just rolled hers as she brushed past him to clock out. Please; he was tired? She wanted to see him spend a day at class and only catch a few hours of sleep before coming to work - then he could yawn around her. Until that day he needed to keep his mouth shut and just... something. Bianca was not operating at her peak and stepping outside to see that the sun was rising did not help. Bianca preferred night to day and she had never been a big fan of sunrises. Which is just really funny when you think about it, she thought to herself, flipping her braid over her shoulder as she turned for home, wanting nothing more than to draw the shades and sleep through the rest of the day. Since vampires don't like the daylight either.
Still frowning over the fact that her co-worker whose name she could not remember had the nerve to look tired, Bianca scratched at the band-aid on her left wrist. Not only was it probably some sort of illegal to work near food and have an open wound, but even the stoners who came in and stared at the Slurpee machine like it was some kind of magical machine would have probably veered right back out the door if they had noticed that the scab covering the delicate cut on Bianca's wrist was a definite black instead of the usual shade of red. Explaining the reason for that would not be fun. Neither would explaining the reason for the cut, but no one had to know about that except for - "What?" Bianca's thoughts stopped and so did she when she saw the woman walking, or maybe staggering in a sort of walking way like a lot of people did at this hour was more like it, towards her on the sidewalk. Seriously? Bianca even rubbed at her eyes to make sure that the lack of sleep was not making her see things because... no, that was definitely the same woman she had come across in the aftermath of the bridge explosion. Once again looking like she had woken up on the wrong side of someone else's bed and not all the way sober. Hungover, stoned, high... take your pick you might be right. It was kind of amusing. "Stumble a little to the left and you might make the morning paper," Bianca called out, almost grinning. So to her - was her name Emyli? Eden? Something with an 'e' - left was the road, big deal. Their last encounter had involved picture-taking with dead kids, Bianca highly doubted she could say anything to top that.