Who: Georgina Kincaid [open if anyone's interested] When: Tonight What: Georgina is a bit "hungry" Where: A random bar Rating: Allusions to innuendo
She'd already been in the city for a few days and had fed once, but Georgina could feel her energy level beginning to dwindle. Despite not knowing yet where she stood with this "King of Hell", she knew that it was time to head out there and see what she could find. Or rather, who she could find. When she walked out of the apartment Carter had found for them, she still looked like herself. Twenty-five minutes later, she was a rather slender brunette - hair feathered and long, tall - but not too tall - dressed in a short, sleeveless burgundy dress. It was the type that would be quick and easy for her to get in and out of, perfect for a night like this. No mess, no fuss, and she could be done quickly...not that she always liked to rush.
Her most recent deal with Jerome said that she had to start going after the "good" ones...and more often than she had been the past few decades. Honestly, she was genuinely good at picking them out of a crowd but occasionally she messed up a little....so she wanted to be careful, particularly considering how many lesser immortals there seemed to be in Lawrence. As she stepped into the dive - one she'd deliberately picked because it wasn't owned by anyone who seemed to be on that network - Georgina let the succubus energy do the work for her as she crossed the floor to the bar for a drink...which she, of course, didn't have to pay for thanks to the very attractive guy she'd stopped right beside. As she lifted the vodka gimlet to her lips a few minutes later, she smiled and looked over at the pickings on the dance floor.