Who: Gwen & Eve
When: Friday Night
Where: The wrong side of the tracks / sidetracked
What: Tempting Eve with a taste of heaven...This was it. This was the exact spot that the girl had died. An ill-lit gap between two shipping containers beside the railroad tracks. It was so... desolate. Gwen didn't have to guess at what those final, desperate moments had felt like, she'd been there with the girl, experiencing it with her. It had seemed like her attackers had come out of nowhere, grabbing her and sinking their fangs into her throat before she could so much as react.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Gwen moved into the shadows, and crouched down behind some barrels, peering out, to see who was lurking about the area. A statuesque woman with long dark hair came cutting through the gap, pausing and looking around a for a moment before continuing on her way. Gwen waited a few moments before following her, taking to the sky to do so. She had, after all, been a vampire, and was therefore automatically a suspect. The fact that her hair had been long and dark, like that of the unseen assailant in her visions was another mark against the vampiress. A few minutes later, they arrived at their apparent destination, a what appeared to be dive-bar called Sidetr-cked, or Sidetracked, if you counted the faulty letter A which wasn't glowing neon at that moment.
Drawing her wings back in as she landed, Gwen caught sight of her reflection in a darkened pane of window glass, and paused a moment. You could take the girl out of the police force, but it was more difficult to take the police force out of the girl. She took a moment to put on a coat of lipgloss to make her lips enticingly shiny, smudged her crisp eyeliner to smokiness with a fingertip, then released her pale gold hair from its neat french braid, finger combing it to loose waves, and adjusted her clothing to show a little more cleavage. That was better, now she looked less like a cop on the beat, and more like a woman on the prowl. Finally, she drew the pentacle pendant from her pocket and clasped the chain around her neck. Now the trap was well and truly baited. Transformation complete, she entered the bar.
One glance at the interior confirmed it was indeed the seedy establishment that she'd first assumed it to be. She did a slow sweep of the front room, her gaze taking everything - and everyone - in. No vampires, not even the one she'd followed in there. Maybe she'd gone in the back... or out the back. She was about to go check when the woman emerged from the staff room and stepped behind the bar, where she began taking orders. Now that she could see her in full light, Gwen could tell the vampire was stunning. It was little wonder someone had decided to immortalize her.
The vampire woman was working, making cocktails with flourish, and the bar was fairly busy, so Gwen doubted a conversation would be possible, but she could at least make first contact. Running her hand through her hair, she approached the bar. She didn't have to fake the attraction in her gaze as she came face to face with her quarry. "Well hey there..." She allowed her gaze to detour south briefly before looking up to meet her eyes again, "I was just going to get something boring, but after seeing how good you are with your hands, I'm trying to decide between a
Screaming Orgasm, and
A Long Slow Screw Up Against The Wall... What do you think?"