Scandalous!

Verna Gardner
Drunk people are easier targets. They can also make you drunk, which has been the source of some of Verna's sire's unending anxiety about her hunting them. A drunken fledgling is a walking Masquerade violation waiting to happen, right?

Verna, therefore, never feeds on the falling-down, the blacked-out, the besotted. She's a good little girl, you see? Good, quiet, reserved, sitting at a table in the middle of this thin building, appearing to nurse something red. But everything in the room is red. It may very well be something blue she's not sipping on under all that light.

As for an outfit today, she sports a black (possibly some other dark color) pencil skirt with a pastel-and-polka-dot top, trying to be -- if not sexy, then at least appealing, in an academic, librarian sort of way.

She also doesn't have anyone else at her (admittedly small) table. The place is packed. Might be, the only way to find a perch is to share one...

Riley Kingsley
Riley had wandered into the thin man, her high heels clicking against the tiled floor as she came into view.  She had a vibrant energy on her face as she walked up to the bar and then beside it, her fingers touching the bartop for a moment as she gets her hand on something brown and alcoholic, though takes no sip from it.  Instead she picks it up and keeps sauntering by, seeming to drink in any looks she gets as she walks.

She was wearing a short black dress that hugged her curves and left little to the imagination, reaching down and ending only a few inches down her thighs.  Her red hair straightened and cascading down her right shoulder as she walks a bubbly grin on her face, her clutch in her other hand as she notices only one teeny tiny table left.

She slides to the side of the table, looking at Verna for a moment and taking in the look as her eyes moved to the empty spot "Don't suppose you mind sharing a table?  while I love my heels, my feet hate them." she smiles warmly to verna

Verna Gardner
Verna's eyes travel down the form of the woman who just addressed her, taking in the sights. Indecent sights. Ugh, what is she, a... prostitute? Oh, if only someone nice were to have taken advantage of the empty seat instead!

"I can't even imagine why not," Verna says, "I mean, those must be what, 5 inches?"

If there's a bit of a judgy tone there, it might not be Riley's imagination. One can only guess how the exceedingly proper girl truly feels about stripper heels.

"You... you can sit. Go on, rest your feet."

Riley Kingsley
Riley grins in response to that, and if she caught the judgy tone she didn't look bothered as she slides into the seat, crossing her legs out of necessity as she looks over verna again curiously.

"You've got a good eye, 5 inches." she wiggled her foot in her direction showing them off, the same shade of black as her dress "How else would I reach anything?" she giggled as her eyes roamed the candy that was in the bar.

"Got some eye candy making the rounds tonight." she glances to verna "See anything fun?"

Verna Gardner
Verna shrugs. Perhaps if she could blush, she would, but no. It'd be hard to tell, in this place anyway.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean. Fun eye candy?"

Listen, lady, Verna is not one of your profession, okay? She's not here looking to turn tricks. It might feel like that at times, but... No. No. This has nothing to do with that.

Riley Kingsley
Her finger would trace the top of her glass as she shook her head "Come on now, you know, someone you'd like to take home tonight." she would start moving her hand around and pointing "Like him." a rather tall gentlemen with a impeachable chin "or her" point to a blond number who was chatting with her friends who had quite the...endowments "or even him" a more hipstery looking man

Her eyes dancing back to Verna and her lack of interest "Eye candy is the people you wanna steal away and do nasty things to."

Verna Gardner
The first two, Verna actually follows. The hipster, however, she crinkles her nose at. No, thank you. Gague piercings give her gas, apparently.

"I don't know what gave you the impression that I do 'nasty things'." Verna says, even though her eyes slide right back to the blonde woman. Biting people probably does count as a nasty thing, really.

She sighs.

Riley Kingsley
its her turn to give a small shrug, leaning back and smiling as she closes her eyes "Because everyone wants to do nasty things to eachother, indulge in pleasures.  they try to convince themselves that they are above it all but they all ache to be released from those chains."

her eyes opening up and watching verna with a lazy grin, and a scorching look in her eye "Everyone here is looking to indulge, they just try to dress it up.  But like everything else in this world, they desperately need it. and those chains are very heavy."

Verna Gardner
Again, Verna's eyes slide over to Riley, giving her a squint. There is something severely wrong with this woman.

"Really?" she stirs her drink with a little plastic rod. "I suppose you like liberating people from their chains then?"

Riley Kingsley
She nods at that looking quite eager at the idea "They are much happier, like you would be with that blond women." she glances back to the sight "she certainly looks nummy."

"her body quivering in your arms...it would be quite the sight."

she sits up and looks around again at that "Or where you here to just nurse that drink all night?"

Verna Gardner
Verna was already uncomfortable with this conversation. Now, it's reaching stratospheric levels of 'no'. The blonde quivering in her arms? Perhaps. But someone watching? To make it a sight? Oh, you have to be kidding!

"I... um... well..."

If she could, Verna would not only be blushing, but turning bright red right about now.

"Maybe I... was... and you're... just... intruding on my... peace and quiet?"

Riley Kingsley
She would reach out a hand and touch verna's at that, a indulgent smile as she chided her.  Her hand was only slightly cool to the touch "Oh dear, I don't need to actually watch...Your not ready for that sort of thing."

Her second sentence meriting a small chuckle as she again looked at verna with curiosity "No one comes to a place like this for peace and quiet.  You are just the cutest thing."



Verna Gardner
Not ready for... eww. Well, okay. There is that arrangement she has with Alan, but at least he goes to great lengths to make it all more... formal. They aren't really into watching each other go at it. It's just hard to hunt in tandem without catching a glimpse...

Ugh, that just makes it sound awful, doesn't it?

Riley says she's the cutest thing, and Verna rolls her eyes. Cute. A cute little bloodthirsty monster. Cute like a toothache. Like a curse. Cute like the shame you try to hide.

Her own hand is colder. Dead to the world, with no blood in it to fuel a heat source. She pulls it back, like someone unused to physical contact. Doesn't often let the kine touch her unnecessarily.

"Yes, well. You don't know me."

Riley Kingsley
she nods her head at that, watching verna with some interest. wiggling her fingers as she felt the rather dead cold that was emanating from verna.  Even more curious "Your right, I don't.  We should remedy that.  I'm Riley."

Watching her reactions with the eye roll and unphased "Don't feel very cute huh?  I admit Polka dot doesn't tend to be my first choice but you make it work."

Verna Gardner
"I'm Rachael," she says, using the name she gives out to strangers. "Rachael Davidson."

Wish I could say that it's "Nice to meet you."

She looks down at her polka-dotted blouse, and straightens it out. "Thank you."

Riley Kingsley
running a hand absentmindedly through her hair as verna works her dress over 'Nice to meet you as well."

"So tell me Rachael" she leans in a bit closer "What is it your looking for tonight?"



Verna Gardner
"A drink," she says, glances at her glass as if to suggest, see? I got one, too. She hasn't.

"Maybe get a little tipsy? I'm allowed," she says, because she's proven she can handle it.

Definitely not here to drag a mortal off into the bathroom, no no. Just normal human things going on here, stranger.

Riley Kingsley
riley's hand dances along the table at that, looking again at verna's drink "Little bit of liquid courage can do wonders.  Though it feels like a school night...is it?"

She glances at verna's glass as she takes in the colors "looks tasty enough to chance in that case though."

Verna Gardner
"This?" she says, gesturing to the glass "Is wretched. Do not try the basil infused vodka, it tastes like an herbal cough medicine."

Her nose gets wrinkly again, for effect. This is why Verna's not drinking it, she suggests.

"I was thinking about dumping it and getting something else, but it's so expensive..."

Riley Kingsley
Riley grimaces at the idea of the drink as well "Whatever bartender convinced you to get that is quite the salesman"

watching the bartenders for a moment and chuckling "I'd be happy to save you with a new drink.  Being independently wealthy has its perks, such as alcohol to save people from sobriety, the most dreaded of curses" she fakes a serious look at that to verner but isn't able to hold it, grinning again.

Verna Gardner
"Oh, no. Don't bother. I'm more upset about the waste than anything else. Maybe I can foist it upon someone else?" she says, stands. Getting away from this woman would be nice, and that's an (admittedly terrible) excuse.

At least very few people would honestly look at Verna and think her the type to push a drugged drink on them.

"I'll um... see you around, I guess. Goodnight, Riley."

Riley Kingsley
finally a small look of disappointment would come into her face as she watched verna go "goodluck finding what your looking for." she settle back into the chair as she watched the bar.