Everly
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Post by Everly on Mar 16, 2016 11:51:50 GMT
 Everly smirked, standing outside of one of the entrance to one of the many night clubs in the city. Tonight was supposed to be a night for just the roses to spend some time together, well, the one she liked anyway. She had been too irate to invite Jake after he had acted like a fool in the Giovanni mansion. Eve had very little time to spend on idiots anymore, and thus she felt the need to focus on building up the neonates that she deemed worth it.
She wore her favorite sweater and jeans, hair back to its usual right orange... she hadn't had time to fix it up differently tonight, and instead had gone with her standard look.
"Hmmm....where is she...?"
She felt like she'd been waiting forever for Minerva to show up, but likely, her child like patience was getting to her. |
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Post by Anna Robinson on Mar 16, 2016 12:08:46 GMT
  "Right behind you, Evie!" she said with a smile, having wandered up all quiet like. The irish woman wore a pair of tight looking jeans, along with a cutoff shirt that bared her pale skinned abs ad hung perhaps tantalisingly away from her body. Her hair, as usual, was that lovely looking gradient of purple that got stronger the further down the length of her hair it went. This entire ensemble was topped off by a pair of heeled boots and a satchel bag slung over one shoulder, "sorry about the slight latency there, darlin, got a little bit caught up in the presidential debates before I snapped out of it..." she smiled and shrugged, "so what're we gonna do, besides talk about how fantastic you look tonight, hmm?" |
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Mar 16, 2016 12:21:55 GMT
"You are way too good at flattery, Minny." She'd coo, rocking on her heels. She'd gone with her old combat boots tonight, fitting her like comfy slippers at this point. They were old and worn, but she'd never throw them out. Her eyes washed over Minerva, a grin plastered on her face. "And here I thought nerds weren't supposed to be sexy...Hn, anyway! I was going to show you around, lets start with some of the clubs...get a bite to drink, then go check out this place I'm workin on as a place to hold "Garden Parties"."
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Post by Anna Robinson on Mar 16, 2016 12:29:38 GMT
The useage of the name Minny does catch her out slightly, though she swiftly recovered with a smile. That was the name Clockwork Orange used for her - something she more or less relates to him, which wasn't a good thing, "Now just because I'm a nerd, that doesn't mean I can't look good now, does it?" she smirked, "besides, through work I know quite a few sexy nerdy ladies, so I do," she said in reply, moving to link arms with Eve as they began to head into their first stop of the night, "now, are you gonna try and get me drunk? If so, you're buying, but word to the wise, I'm still Irish..." She gave a wicked, almost teasing smirk, "Should be easy pickings for you, though - now what's this I heard about you and Wolfram & Hart? Err... by that, I mean Celio..." |
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Mar 16, 2016 12:47:07 GMT
Everly grinned a toothy grin, motioning her to follow her inside one of her favorite clubs...The Desert Rose. As usual it was very purple, with some pop western music pumping through the speakers. Eve would offer a nod and a blown kiss to the Brujah primogen before tugging Minerva into a booth seat. "I'll not have to try too hard, this place is loaded with easy pickings and drunkards..."
At the mention of Celio she groaned, "Honestly... I'm pretty much over it, but...I really do think he was trying to kill Vincent and Jake. No major loss on the later, but... I don't really like the underhanded game he pulled. How did he not know the place he bought was extremely dangerous? It makes no sense. None. Unless his intent was to get rid of them."
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Post by Anna Robinson on Mar 16, 2016 12:58:28 GMT
She smiled as she wandered along with Everly, sliding into the booth across the table from her, "well maybe he was just trying to test them, see what sort of thing they'd do in that situation... you've gotta admit, they both kind of don't really work well with others..." she shrugged, "but it's not really for me to guess, I suppose," she glanced idly around the interior of the Rose, "do you know if there's anything wrong with Izzy, though, she doesn't seem to want to talk straight at me anymore..." |
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Mar 16, 2016 13:04:32 GMT
As a waitress passed, Everly called for a bloody mary, because she liked being hipster and ironic. Her attention was drawn away from her own playfulness back to the conversation as Isabelle came up. "Isabelle...well, she googled you. She's not a prude, as much as...awkward. I haven't looked you up, but...even if I did nothing would change. Give her time, she didn't lose her virginity until she became...kindred. Malkavians tend to come with baggage."
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Post by Anna Robinson on Mar 16, 2016 13:13:22 GMT
"Now that's kind of weird, Stardust..." she must, pausing for a moment in silence, "not the googling thing, I totally get why Izzy did that, I mean I'd totally google somebody new coming to my town... but that you didn't do the same once she told you? You've just given the impression you're very curious... so I've got to ask - what's stopping you?" she smirked slightly as she was served her own drink - a Caipirinha, a lovely little Brazilian rum drink served over crushed ice. Because she wasn't so big on irony and was very big on tasty drinks. |
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Mar 18, 2016 0:31:03 GMT
Everly shrugged as her drink arrived, taking a sip as she pondered the question at hand. She was right, why hadn't she? When the ginger finally spoke, it was in a genuine and soft voice. "Because I wanted to respect your privacy. If you wanted everyone to look, you'd have told us about all that. S'ides, we're not exactly hormonal anymore, sex and sexual things are...honestly for nostalgia purposes only."
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Post by Anna Robinson on Mar 18, 2016 0:43:57 GMT
"That there sounds like something you're just parroting out there - after all you're the one who said you thought I looked sexy tonight, so you are," she replied, sipping her drink through the provided straws, "and besides, whoever told you that sex wasn't fun nowadays needs to get out a bit more, I have a wail of a time when I do my thing, just because we don't feel super horny anymore doesn't mean it don't feel good, you know..." she shrugged, "now unless you just mean because of the company you keep - because... between you and me, Clockwork Orange and Dances with Wolves sort of creep me out abit... like 'am I gonna end up strapped to a table in a plastic sheet covered room' creep me out, so it is..." |
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Mar 18, 2016 18:20:19 GMT
"Honestly it DOES feel different, I'd know, I never quit having it...but I'm the first to admit that there's something missing. The 'kiss' feels better anyway."The orange haired girl would grin, "Trust me, both of them are going to get in serious shit. I still can't believe Vincent thought it was smart to put his hands on the harpy... Its like he doesn't know what the possessive nature of the beast is."
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Post by Anna Robinson on Mar 20, 2016 12:41:20 GMT
"The kiss is better? Says the girl who brought me to what looks like it's some sort of Brothel... aren't these illegal over here?" she asked, casting her eyes around the interior of the Rose. Her booted feet came upwards, one crossing over the other one as they rested upon the booth seating beside the orange-head opposite her, "though I suppose you're right... it lacks a few things, though... it's not the same feeling of intimacy you get, though..." she shrugged, almsot dismissively. "So," she began once more after a few moments' almost awkward pausing, since she'd very nearly gone into an in-depth sex discussion with her Primogen, "to change the topic from people I'd rather not run into me when I'm wearing this outfit... since you're by far the most laid back and coolest Primogen I've ever met, are you gonna take me dancing or are we just gonna sit by bars tonight? I mean come on, it's Saint Patrick's day! I've gotta get out somewhere and should kiss me I'm Irish - that's the stereotype, isn't it?" she asked with a playful grin. |
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Mar 22, 2016 4:59:41 GMT
"Technically, this is a Burlesque club the brothel is behind the scenes and kindred ran... Either way, I agree with you on that, I'm just getting colder with age." She'd wink at Minerva, and would finish her drink. "Dancing, hmm, lets try the Hearth for that, the music there is more my thing. Sides', gotta introduce you to Crimson, he's a good resource."
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Post by Anna Robinson on Mar 22, 2016 23:26:46 GMT
She laughed softly, "the Hearth?" she asked, "Stardust, I know you're trying to show me a good time, but the Prince said that was a Vampire bar... now where I'm from, it's not exactly the trendy sort of place to be, generally not the most happening or thriving clubs, don't you know..."She stretched her arms upwards slowly, her back arching a touch, that shirt edging tantalisingly further upwards, as though she'd worn it for that purpose alone. Then she let out a soft, happy sigh and released the stretch, her arms flopping down into her lap, "is there nothing around here where a girl can dance on a dance floor with a bunch of tasty looking mortals? Come on, where's the excitement about a known vampire bar?" |
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Mar 28, 2016 18:01:30 GMT
The ginger laughed softly, shaking her head. "A vampire bar that has ghouls...intoxicated, ghouls. That you can drink from and experience the high of pot again, or other things... you can dance with the girls, if you wish though. And Crimson is there...if anyone can help a new comer get established, its him."
She'd reach in her pocket and pull out a small, red vial. "Besides, there's one thing there no where else has...Red Haze."
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