the baddest bitch of all

          ANNA couldn’t help but smile as she was told she was correct. she wasn’t sure she had the so - called eye, but she knew self - confidence when she saw it. it was easy for her to spot, because she craved to exude it so much herself. she held back a chuckle, at the idea that the crime rate would be lowered by something so… simple. nonetheless, she didn’t argue. when the other seemingly referenced her original question, the redhead went wide - eyed in response. “ not sure i can pull off a faux fur or leather jacket, or … your other suggestion … ” she sheepishly offered. as much as she would love love love a companion to keep her warm, she was so painfully single and awkward, it was no where in her immediate future … “ perhaps a blanket is my only suitable option … would i look crazy walking around with a blanket all the time ??? ”

sure, the outburst had been fun to watch, but being singled out is even more entertaining to axel — and he can’t help but crack a smile as the attention falls on him. he has a feeling this’ll be a hoot and half if he can play his cards right.

“huh, me? yeah, i’m a great dancer.” he swirls the drink in his hand, his back to the bar, elbows resting on it — the very picture of relaxation. “are you asking me to dance? ‘cause i don’t think this is the kind of music you dance to — but i’ll follow your lead if you wanna try.”

“oh?” he wasn’t exactly toe tapping and spinning off into the spotlight but that was more her move anyway. katherine didn’t quite unhand her well won bottle just yet but she did spin over herself. “i might be. after all, we’re not on the run, no one wants us dead- in theory-, why not dance!”

bram had hardly recognized that the girl was talking to him until a full moment had passed, eyes widening a bit. “ who, me ?? ” she’d been yelling a bit ago about the bartender not doing their job ( or something like that – truth be told, he wasn’t paying much attention at the time, just sipping on his drink ) and he hoped to avoid that wrath. though, something told him he wasn’t going to be so lucky tonight. “ oh, uh… no, not me. i don’t really have rhythm ?? ” he supplied a smile with the excuse, shrugging a little. “ but i’m sure there’s others who would be much better suited ?? ”

Annoying was a perfect word to describe the woman at the bar. Throwing some tantrum because she didn’t get what she wanted was childish. Not to mention how loud she was choosing to be over a bottle of booze she’d be able to drink regardless. Whatever, she wasn’t his problem. The thought was a passive one as he took a swig of the whiskey he was technically too young to be drinking, narrowing his eyes at the bar when she seemed to single him out. He didn’t have the social energy to deal with some drunk, but something told him that ignoring her would only make it worse in the long run. He settled his glass on the bar, turning his head to glare at the woman in question. Katherine Pierce, she had said her name was. “Do I look like I fucking dance?” He replied.

Katherine Pierce had a big ego. Grass is green, sky is blue...you get the picture. She wasn’t exactly going to take his whole vibe to heart but at the same time, it was enough to illicit a passing glare. There was nothing worse in this world than someone who was immune to your charms and she was charming by just, like, being so obviously this was a lost cause already. The dancing, that was. And any chance he’d want an autograph (the thought almost made her laugh, lips twitching). Either way, she rolled her eyes at his question, fingernails tapping on the side of her bottle. “You look like you’d rather die than make small talk,” she answered, a smirk tugging at her lips, “Lord of the Dance or not.” Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe she was just vaguely interested to see where this would go but she waggled the bottle at him anyway. “What about drinking?”

If Scorpia loved one thing about The Cloud, it was it’s nightlife. Her personal favorite was Pizza Planet, but there were some days where the games and bustle was too much, even for her. Those nights she preferred to relax at a place like Rousseau’s– where she could still have fun without having to drain herself completely. As an added bonus, Rousseau’s had a lot more beautiful women than Pizza Planet. Like this woman, for example. She seemed strong, independant. A woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. Scorpia wouldn’t call it love at first sight, but that didn’t stop her from grinning when the woman addressed her. “Who, me?” She couldn’t quite stop herself from bouncing on her heels. “I love to dance! It’s one of my top ten favorite pass times.”

Katherine had a chance, even now as she was determined to drown her horrifying, confusing, sorrows- she had a chance to be normal. Have fun. How often had she dreamed of having a normal life? Of having a life, period. And she had that, didn’t she? Right now, arguing with a bartender, hogging the bourbon, locking eyes with pretty, pretty girls---this was the life. Point was, whatever sad little memories or dreams, or whatever, she’d been planning on forgetting were thoroughly forgotten. “Yes, you,” she repeated, canting her head. Cute which wasn’t usually her speed but if she were being truthful, it was a weak spot. Forgetting the bottle, Katherine made her way over, pausing only to grab the arm of some unimportant bystander and compelling them to turn on some good damn music. “Lucky me. Can’t wait to hear about the other nine,” she said leaning a little too close, her hand reaching out for hers, shoulders wiggling giving a little wiggle-, “Dance with me.”

         ORPHEUS had innocently been watching her ( arguably almost one - sided ) fight with the bartender. he was almost in awe of her self - righteousness. he even seemed to jump slightly as she slammed the bar. it was quite the sight to say the least.

           he didn’t expect her attention to be turned towards himself after she won her apparent battle. he looked around, as it making sure her question was truly meant for him. pointing to himself, he asked “ me? ” as a confused look painted his features. he shook his head, already answering her question. “ i’m afraid i’m not much of a dancer. i much prefer watching people dance to my songs then the other way around… ”

          “ YOU ! ” katherine exclaimed again, abandoning her bar stool for good so she could twirl over, bottle in hand. she would kill for a distraction right now- sometimes literally (right...?)- and she’d take whatever she could get. after all, who could deny her beautiful face? she was about to voice this, a grin spreading over her face at his confused one. her face screwed up briefly then, almost pouting, “ boo--- ” but then he carried on and she was back to beaming, “ well well well. shall we get this man a mic, then! where- ugh, you just cannot get an understanding bartender anymore... who’s supposed to cater to my whims now? ”          she managed to tip her bottle up more than a few times mid drama before she leaned herself near him. “ anything i’ll know? your songs. ”

         ANNA looked down at herself, unsure what the other was referring to. she pouted her lower lip slightly as she looked back up. before she could repeat her initial question or raise a new one, a phone was placed in front of her face. the redhead furrowed her brow as she studied the photo. “ is the vibe… self - confidence ??? ” she asked as her tone raised with hesitance. she wasn’t sure what the vibe was, besides a sort of ‘ i know i look good ’ energy. still, she mustered up a laugh. “ if so, then yes, i get the vibe. ”

“Hello? Do you know who I am? I am Katherine Pierce! People send me free crap just for existing. I am a trend. I have so many followers that it’s not even a readable number anymore and I will not be questioned by you, Bar Boy---” she slammed her hand down on the bar for extra emphasis. She had a second part of her semi-drunken speech planned about how she was also the myth, the legend, the most ruthless and well dressed vampire of her time but he wasn’t having any of it and instead left the bottle, like she had originally requested. Well, that was that.

She took a generous swig before spinning to face the nearest bystander (customer, victim) and pointed at them. “You! Do you DANCE?”

uploading data … ⟳ 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴 ! welcome , KATHERINE PIERCE. a long way from the vampire diaries , huh ? hm … a twenty six year old social media influencer who looks like CAMILA QUIEROZ — could be worse. i heard you were at ROUSSEAU’S when we un - glitched , & you ( sank your fangs into the first person who annoyed you ]. still the selfish & playful type , that’s why [ a handful of crushed strawberries, red lipstick stains and a high heel on your neck]’s totally your vibe. the memory of BURNING UP IN THAT HELLISH FIRE is hazy , but maybe the ( lapis lazuli necklace and sketch of your family ) waiting for you at the pawn shop’ll bring clarity. + vampire , cis female [ she/her ] , bisexual. uploaded by PAIGE ( 24 , she/her , gmt ].