What's my age again? Characters:Wicked OTA Setting:Necrophilia (I'm making that place a thing!) Content:Tame? Summary:It's Wicked's birthday and for once she's going to have a good one
Her birthdays in the past had been spent alone, usually it was by choice something about the day made her melancholy and pensive. Probably because they were never during a particularly happy time in her life. At 20 she was homeless, at 21 she was kidnapping a baby, and at 22 she was running from Zombies. This year however she felt like going out and Pietro still owed her from the year before.Necrophilia was having an all week Cinco De Mayo celebration so she figured why not piggy back on the event with her birthday. She never thought Mariachi music and punk rock could mesh so beautifully together yet some how it did.
Despite the icky feeling she got from the name the bar was right up her ally. It mostly had a thing for Dia De Los Mureto skulls and all kinds of tequila. Which is why she sent a mass text that day telling everyone to come, they were two things she loved and therefore her friends would love it too right? Granted the women in the cages painted with neon paint were a little weird but after her third shot of Jose she was in awe, and by the sixth one she was mostly infatuated with them. That wasn't good where was Pietro anyway? She had lost him at some point. She had made her way to the roof top bar where it was considerably mellower then the thumping bass downstairs. She took a spot on the ledge and looked down at the busy city below her. If by the end of the night she wasn't half way across town she was calling the night a waste.