@FANGSNBEAUTY bar. The bartender moved to take their orders with a smile.
"I will have a Pink Fuck."
She yelled over the bartop and waited for Maria to order— removing her hoodie and tugging at the collar of her shirt.
@FANGSNBEAUTY Her eyes widened slightly as Maria led her inside, but she wasn't complaining— she chuckled to herself.
"The Pink Fuck. Sounds like something from a zombie flick."
Izzy's voice carried over the music, with some effort on her part, as they weaved through the crowd toward the
@FANGSNBEAUTY a feeling that Maria was a lot of fun— probably trouble, but fun.
As she walked beside her on the sidewalk, her hands slipped into the pockets of her hoodie.
@FANGSNBEAUTY Izzy didn't mind her being bubbly; if anything, it was a good change of pace from the stoic, brooding personalities she was used to. She cast a smile in return, finding Maria's to be infectious— her canines were sharp but not too long.
"Ja, definitely. I am /parched/."
She had
@FANGSNBEAUTY She nodded; the woman was much bubblier than she expected. It almost caught her off guard— she wasn't used to that.
"Danke— it is where I was raised. I move around a lot. Your name is lovely too."
After a moment, her head tilts toward the club.
"Were you headed inside?"
No the hell I am not-
( * He scoffs, dropping the
garden hose he was using for
the damn bushes. Miguel would
jist . . . waddle around her . Oh,
here he comes. He'll be quick to
sharply exhale, checking on her
if she had a bruise or anything- )
You are ( * not ) a bat .ᐟ
@FANGSNBEAUTY "Bitte."
The woman straightened and looked at her hand before taking it in a hesitant shake. Her hand was faintly warm, as if she weren't quite undead... yet.
"Izzy." She introduced herself as she pulled her hand away. Then, remembering the phone, she held it out.
(A roll of her eyes as she grabs hold of the balusters and flips—
Dangling before dropping to her feet. )
Happy?
( the cigarette is still perched perfectly between her lips. )
@FANGSNBEAUTY redhead caught her eye. Her gray eyes lingered on the woman for a moment before taking a step out onto the sidewalk.
"Miss? You dropped this." She called out as she bent down to pick it up. Her German accent was thick.
@FANGSNBEAUTY ㅤㅤ𝕿𝖍𝖊 street outside of the nightclub was mostly quiet, except for the steady thump of the bass bleeding through the walls and the conversation from a lingering group.
Isabella watched the group from the alley, an unlit cigarette perched between her lips, when a passing