#4. convos

the day was long from over, despite every clock in Riverdale reading 3:49am. Just leaving from her shift at the Creative Sin Tattoo, Winnie walked through the messy southside streets. Her heals clicked with each step, causing a slight echo down the blacked alley ways she crossed between. The entire city seemed dead, not a person in sight. No sounds to ruffle anoyone's sleeping feathers. Nothing until she reached the parkinglot of the White Wyrm. "gross." she sighed, she didn't care for the serpents, no Ghoulie did. Winnie kept astray from the greasy snakes, the only time she really had contact with them was if she was carving an ugly green snake into their body. In the near distance Winnie spotted a familier serpent, her dull expression fading into an annoyed one. "Toni Topaz, looking cheap as always."

"did you hear? i put a fist or two in that trashy pink haired serpent last night." Winnie came up from behind to sling an arm over Jane's shoulder. Greeting the outher with a quick hug before going around the barstool she sat on to take one of her own. The harsh facade fading dramtically as she met up with her good friend. "how have you been? how's life after that pretty hiram lodge pay day? buy anything nice?" Winnie laughed a little, looking around the bar at the large group of ghoulies, feeling slightly at ease knowing no serpent or northsider would dare enter the Wyrm tonight.

"god, i miss my car. these heels are too expensive for scuffs.How did you get the towing company to release yours to you?" winnie whined as she hopped up onto the hood of adrian's car. Looking to the much taller male, she gave his arm a small nudge. "how've you been, bub? Serpents still giving you hell?" She questioned, the very mention of the rival gang causing her mood to drop a little. Not much though, not nearly enough to take away from the ease she felt being with adrian. She always felt most at home when with the Ghoulies, but people like Malachai, Jane, and Adrian brought an even deeper sense of the word home.

The sound of buzzing matched with chatter filled the air of the small run down tattoo shop. Seeing as it was a Saturday night, winnie prepared herself to meet tons of underage northsiders begging to get butterflies and jersey numbers tattooed onto them. To be quite honest, the weekends were the worst days of the week when it came to working. That was until she heard the chime, sighing as she looked up bracing herself for a prim and proper blonde, Winnie was very shocked. Her expression changed from blank to devious, standing to greet the stranger. "well, you're a new face. What's got you in the mood to come here, love?"