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Mia Fieri (bitchgrenade) wrote in light_of_may,

Cherry… did not even know it was actually the full moon. That would require a knowledge of the lunar cycle or actually bothering to look to the sky and she only did the last one when she left the house and was met with immediate confusion because it wasn’t daylight. She needed it to be daylight so she could go to the music store and replace the plectrums (plectra…?) that she’d gone through. Someone had totally chewed one of them. And sure, she was supposed to be nocturnal or whatever, but she really was kind of bugged that it was night just now. None of the stores would be open and she’d gotten up and even gotten changed and everything. Sonofabitch. Dismissing both Kage and Aravis (why were both of them around anyway?) and putting up one hell of a bitch-fit to get rid of her human security, who would end up tailing her anyway but whatever, she stepped out into a night she figured should be cold-ish but she couldn’t feel a damn thing. One of the few things Cherry had to say for being dead was that she could wear what she liked and the weather didn’t make a fucking difference.

She stuck a jacket on anyway, for the look of it more than anything else.

Avoiding the majority of the bars and whatever had meant that she’d skipped over that part where a bunch of people called her name like it meant she’d sleep with them -- which, even halfway through a hipflask of angelic-and-very-stoned that was never going to happen. She was more likely to actually notice which stage of the moon they were up to (although she figured it wasn’t the Dark Side and she’d noticed the lack of weres, and it was freaky-strange). In fact, she was more amused by her nail polish at the moment than anything else. At least, for now, Cherry’s high was a good high. Admittedly, it wouldn’t take much to flip that but she could ride it out. She could.

As she approached the girl with the cigarettes, the vampire pouted slightly. God, she missed smoking. “I got matches,” she drawled, closing the gaps in a couple of strides and striking up. “You can have the whole pack it you want ‘em.” As for the rest, her nose wrinkled slightly. She could smell the drugs in her and yeah, they were appealing, but Cherry was a fussy eater. It was always better when her own blood-type got stoned. “And no offense, babe, but you’re not my type.” Her head tilted back, allowing her an eyeful of the moon in all it’s really fucking shiny glory. “Oh. So that where all the damn weres went. Well, shit.” Someone could’ve told her. She was sure she employed several.