Blue

"—Really?"

"You can call me vain if you want, but my life would be so much easier if I was ugly."

It wasn't completely out of the ordinary for Taylor to find strangers lingering around the cove. Most of the time it was because Peter or one of the Lost Boys had lured an unsuspecting human out for dinner, but she knew this was different. One look at the far off stare on the man in front of her told her that this was one of the siren's doings. And when she spotted Blue walking not too far behind him, she pieced everything together pretty quickly with a soft eye roll. "You could at least try to be a little more careful. The sun hasn't even set yet."

"Oh believe me, I know I would have." Nico knew everyone in Walt's Landing. He made it his business to know, literally. Tartarus wouldn't have been nearly as successful had he not. "You're looking at the owner." He boasted that fact maybe a little too proudly as he glanced around the club and then back down at her drink. "Please, your next rounds on me. What're you drinking? I bet it's something sweet."

Taylor didn't necessarily hate Blue, but that didn't mean that she liked her. Much like the rest of the sirens that hung around the lagoon that Peter and the Lost Boys frequented, Blue annoyed Taylor. Any other girl that hung around them tended to take the attention away from her, and that was a problem. Rolling her eyes dramatically, Taylor let her head turn towards the other blonde before raising an eyebrow. "I'm looking for Peter. Have you seen him?"

Henley knew it was a dumb idea to piss off a siren, but she couldn't help herself, even after she smelled the rage emanating off of the blonde. "Judging by your stench, nothing good."

My mother  (via 89words)

The Mask 1994, dir. Chuck Russell

F•R•I•E•N•D•S (1994-2004)

"Not interested. In... whatever this is." The girl in front of her smelled like fish, which usually spelled out trouble in a town like Walt's Landing.

Nico couldn't hide his smirk as he reached out and shook the woman's hand with a tilt of his head. "It's not often that people still ask me who I am. How endearing." Shaking the blonde woman's hand, he pulled it towards his lips and placed a soft kiss to it before making his way to the other side of the bar. "Nico Dios. And you... I don't think I've seen your face around Tartarus before, Blue."

Jack was late. It wasn't terribly unlike him recently, given all of the work he was doing to make some real change within the Landing's community of vampires, but Sally was starting to wonder if maybe she was in over her head with trying to be there for him however she could. Doc seemed to think so, at least. Still, she wistfully took a sip of her drink as she rested her chin in her palm and glanced to the girl who was addressing her. "Blue.. Well that's a pretty name. I'm Sally."

Ava Gardner in The Killers (1946).