the robin hood

“funnily enough, it can always get louder. or scarily enough if you’re looking to save your hearing ‘til after 40.” she glanced around the room before clocking the stereo systems being used. zaida gestured subtly towards the direction they were in. “could always turn the knobs. be a party rebel...rebel? or is that just a  mood-killer? hell if i know anymore.” shrugging her shoulders without a care, zaida offered the younger woman a kindness, “if you want, i can be the mood-killer for the both of us?” 

It’s been a while since Ivan stepped his foot in the party scene. He took a look around his surroundings, making a face at the sight of other people swaying their bodies. “At least they’re having fun,” he judged, gesturing his head to the people doing the so-called dancing. “If I didn’t know any better, I would join them, but we don’t want that to happen.” He smirked as he looked down to his cup and downs it.

“i’ll raise you twenty bucks if you go over there between them and dance like one of those inflatable tube things from car dealerships. but you have to do it with a straight face,” zaida decided on, lips curving into a mischievous smile. “unless you’re too chicken shit.”

zaida was almost on her way out of the party when she decided to sit down on the back patio steps instead. one of her kids had wound up attending and had forgotten their phone back at home, so she figured sure. drop by, hand them the phone in case they needed their moms later, then go back to lounging on the couch at home and binge-watching her newest show. but then she realized a house party was exactly what the fangs needed to meet the community - even if this wasn’t exactly her scene. “i’ll take a drink,” the woman laughed, holding out a hand for the beer. “is it always a party here? we’re a bit new to the block.” 

Lucy Liu arrives at the 64th Primetime Emmy Awards (2012)