𝖈𝖚𝖙 ʸᵒᵘ 𝖔𝖋𝖋

His fingers danced over an open flame, and its curves already brushed against him as they made their way to the bar. Minnow had yet to decide what might come of the night. It would ultimately depend on the choices her company made, specifically, how they might benefit her. Her mind had one track that led directly to selfish desires. "Glad you caught me before I left, Omar." His name curling off her tongue like a cat lapping water. Fangs fought against the back of crimson lipstick, but his gaze would suffice for the time being, feeding another part of her. "You can call me Minnow," the brunette introduced, hand running down his bicep before dropping to pick up the glass. It was lifted to for a sip, pausing, her lips staying dry. "A toast." Her cup went forward and sat between them, waiting to be met in the middle. "To seeing where the night takes us."

the club is dingy, with dark corners and places where awful things could happen. she hasn't learned to close her eyes and IGNORE IT just yet, and when she sees a certain customer come in, she's sliding up alongside some of the girls. a word, a motion. everyone quietly comes to understand. but minnow's never been a quiet thing, a shrinking violent. she rises up, her teeth, her fangs, her bloodied violence worn like a badge of honor.

and shit. rue wouldn't mess with her, but it didn't mean that the world didn't sometimes mess with her, already there with a shake of her head. "don't." because if she was going to START SOME SHIT, things were probably going to escalate to ugly, fast. and rue, well, beyond the whole, it's her job to keep shit cool here, it's more like... "hey. last time he said something about cutting you, like... be chill. i don't..."

rue worries. she can't help it. she's already, like, gonna make sure she doesn't walk to her car alone or anything after her shift with this guy around, knowing he couldn't keep his shit together either. aka... an absolute recipe for disaster, and like, one where rue was not going to be taking CHANCES. "i'm serious about this one, min, that guy is like, no good."

It was adorable, really. Thoughtful of her to put herself in the line of fire to protect Minnow. If only she needed it. “I know he is,” the blonde replied, her eyes never leaving her prey. She knew all of that. It’s what she was counting on. Most didn’t put up a fight; whether it was her circumstances or her stealth, Minnow knew where she stood in the hierarchy. That’s what Rue didn’t understand — she’d been waiting for this all night.

The release that every bloodthirsty bitch waited for. When she severed his body from his soul, it didn’t matter who he was before because she owned him now. To hold a life in her palm, and Minnow could crush it like a paper crane. A delicate line that she’d only found after decades.

Minnow appreciated a man who knew what he wanted. One who didn’t fight the feeling. Eyes ran over him inch by inch, the girl not bothering to hide her intention. Her gaze was meant to be noticed. “You’re in luck; I just got off.” The brunette ran a hand from bicep to forearm, wanting to give just a taste of her touch, leaving the tingle of filed almond nails behind. "I'll take a whiskey neat." Liquor opened up her throat more than it tasted of anything. Those days were long behind the vampire; she no longer missed the taste or the sensation of swimming in a distilled haze. Minnow had twisted her hand into the curve of his arm, taking it upon herself to escort him to the bar. "You got a name, handsome?"

Are you worried that I might find somethin' wrong? 'Cause I'm worried that I won't