Like to Like
Who: Alejandro and Ava
When: Evening, around 9 pm
Where: Dive bar, Anywhere But Here
After a brief dinner and a very frustrating call from a telemarketer who kept insisting to speak to her 'mommy' or 'daddy' and refused to heed her requests to be put on the do not contact list, Ava decided she was in desperate need of a drink. As she had not yet had time to stock the bar area in her apartment, that only left going out. She'd finally gotten rid of the telemarketer by explaining very clearly that she was over a century old and if the call was not ended immediately, the unfortunate salesman would find himself on the business end of both fangs before the night was out. She was still contemplating doing just that.
She'd taken a cab and told him to find a bar, and either the cabbie was a supernatural himself or he was just smart and had seen something in her eyes that warned him against arguing. She'd dressed for going out, as she'd still planned on stopping by Heme that night, and was in a rather nice cocktail dress - a black trapeze dress with a collar that was tight around her throat and left her shoulders bare, the fabric a pleated chiffon that didn't require one to have curves to look sleek. Completing the ensemble was a simple pair of black peep-toe pumps (custom made, as they didn't make heels of that variety in children's sizes.) It was an oddly sophisticated look for what appeared to be a small girl, but Ava didn't care. The vampires at Heme would understand. More or less.
( Only without much liking. )
When: Evening, around 9 pm
Where: Dive bar, Anywhere But Here
After a brief dinner and a very frustrating call from a telemarketer who kept insisting to speak to her 'mommy' or 'daddy' and refused to heed her requests to be put on the do not contact list, Ava decided she was in desperate need of a drink. As she had not yet had time to stock the bar area in her apartment, that only left going out. She'd finally gotten rid of the telemarketer by explaining very clearly that she was over a century old and if the call was not ended immediately, the unfortunate salesman would find himself on the business end of both fangs before the night was out. She was still contemplating doing just that.
She'd taken a cab and told him to find a bar, and either the cabbie was a supernatural himself or he was just smart and had seen something in her eyes that warned him against arguing. She'd dressed for going out, as she'd still planned on stopping by Heme that night, and was in a rather nice cocktail dress - a black trapeze dress with a collar that was tight around her throat and left her shoulders bare, the fabric a pleated chiffon that didn't require one to have curves to look sleek. Completing the ensemble was a simple pair of black peep-toe pumps (custom made, as they didn't make heels of that variety in children's sizes.) It was an oddly sophisticated look for what appeared to be a small girl, but Ava didn't care. The vampires at Heme would understand. More or less.
( Only without much liking. )