Who: Bo and Mal What: a snack meet each other thing When: Tonight Where: quite bar Warnings:TBA!
Bo really didn't want Kenzi to worry about her. More importantly, she didn't want people to fear her. The last thing she needed was to be seen as an enemy, or a freak. Even if she felt like a freak still quite often. She had just gotten to the point that she was comfortable. Around other fae she wasn't so much a freak. Well, she was still standing out just in a different way. For not knowing as much, for not picking a side. Having these needs, the feeding, that wasn't different, that was accepted, it was okay, it was just who she was. So she was finally getting a handle on it, and accepting it as just part of who she was.
It was different here. Here, people did not go around just having sex with anything that moved and feeding on humans. At least, not without getting killed for it. She didnt' want to kill, she wasn't to the point where she thought it was okay to kill while feeding as long as it was just a human. She just, didn't want to be a freak, or have people fearing her. Of course, that meant not getting so hungry that she did something stupid. Until she ran into more of these non humans that she could get a little more out of without causing problems, she was on a diet. A really horrible one. Like that whole, eat six times a day thing. Tiny tiny meals. Who had time for that??
Well she did, at least she was going to have to make time. So she was preparing for a, for lack of a better term, snack. Her hair done in large dark waves, a scarlet lip and smokey eyes. A dark maroon dress that criss crossed across her body and over her shoulders then back across her back. Something that was overtly sexy, but not so much a 'for sale' sign. Like she needed to be picked up for solicitation! she couldn't hit the same places over and over so decided tonight, no clubs. She didn't feel like the pounding music or bright lights. She wanted something more low key. Laying across her bed were a few other dress options, her kimono and the yellow pages. left open to pubs and bars. A few circled for her to check out tonight. A last satisfied look in the mirror and she headed out. Not worried about how her room looked as she was planning on hitting their place, or if she didn't get quite that lucky, a fast make out out of sight.
The bar itself was one of those quite places where no one even looked up when someone walked in. Feeling perhaps slightly over dressed, she saw a few people that looked like they were on a date at tables or booths, she figured she'd give it a chance and headed to the bar. As she slid onto a stool near a few lone patrons she smiled at the bartender and asked for a beer. He asked if she wanted light and she promptly shook her head. Good thing she wasn't worried about her appearance or she might start wondering why he suggested it.