Who: Jezebelle and Nikita
Where: Heme
When: Evening
Nikita wasn't a fan of the vampire bar by any stretch of the imagination. To her it was merely a milestone of how modern vampires were bringing themselves down to par with humans. Pathetic. They were the superior race and didn't need to mix and mingle with such filth. Then again, it
was a good neutral place to meet up with other fellow vampires without appearing suspicious. Always having to do things for the sake of appearances. Not to mention her house probably loved the fact she was making an appearance at the bar. Good rep for the Roses, after all.
Aside from the fact her abilities were completely dead in the area - she was sure there was a dead zone in the area fucking with her - Nikita was on the giddy side. It had been some time since she saw the fellow dealer and last she saw in the papers was that her shop had burned down. Hopefully Jezebelle was fine and her drug business had been salvaged. Sitting at a personal booth in the VIP section, Nikita sipped on her small glass of angelic water elemental blood to put her mind at ease and overlooked that dance floor below, hoping that Jezebelle didn't forget about their catch-up date, so to speak.
( Read more... )