It took a few songs before Kiara was really confident that this was the correct choice; this would work for what she wanted. She hardly had to lean up at all to inform Rick that she wanted to step outside for a breath of fresh air. Best thing about places like this was that they always seemed to be right near an alley. And alleys were wonderful places for people like her. And Kumiko of course, it only took a moment for her to find the other siren as they started out, fingers trailing against her shoulder as she jerked her head towards the door. Her dark eyes were shining with excitement because she knew what was going to happen soon. No chaos because people came running at that, but definitely death. There would be death.
'Sometimes I think there's nothing that excites you more than knowing you're about to slit someone's throat.
But I'm not going to slit his throat, Kiara informed her butterfly, smiling in a simpering manner up at Rick. Then I'd lose all of the blood and there's a market for it. Even plain old human blood would sell. Her mind was still on that as they stepped outside, leaving the noise of the club behind in exchange for the darkness and cooler air outside. And Rick was more eager than anyone Kiara had dealt with in a long time, stumbling as he pressed her up against the wall and started pressing sloppy kisses all over her neck and face. Kiara's body reacted better than her mind did, skin heating up as she let her arms wrap around his neck, while her mind pitched a fit over the fact that they were in a back alley. Worse in Ireland, she reminded herself, untangling Rick's hand from her hair when it moved up there. "Ahhh, no, me boyo, don't touch my hair." 'Thank you.'
Rick grunted an apology, hand sliding back down her side. This guy would last two minutes, tops. Where was Kumiko? Half the fun would be lost if she ended up doing this on her own.