#bash1

It was no longer Halloween season, but this bitch was still so fucking haunted. All the ghosts of her past had seemed to line up one by one to take their shots at her and she was so tired. Seeking refuge in the kind of bar in the part of town she figured neither Ruben nor Caleb would go, she sat alone sipping a martini alone. The longer she sat, the angrier she got. She was tired of owing people things: money, explanations, her time. She’d come here to take it all back.

And wasn’t the world such a fucking jokester.

But as her eyes landed on a man across the bar, her interest piqued. Nothing about him was her usual mark-- in fact, it was possible he was homeless, now that she was really looking at him-- but that was what had her moving toward him. She didn’t have to plan for the perfect moment to slide her hand into his pockets or bat her eyelashes just enough to get him to buy her a free drink. No, this was a choice without strings.

So, she slid into the empty stool beside him. Propping her chin on her hand, she tilted her head in his direction. “Truth or dare?”

when: september 2nd, around 5am.

status: closed | @bashianofonte​

          --- Nina was still shaking by the time she had left the crime scene. Unable to drive due to her bloodthirst clouding her thoughts, the vampire decided to walk. Knowing they would have to go to the police, Nina was hoping she would be back to her senses by the time she needed to leave the house. Even if that meant calling in sick and staying at home until the effects of the full moon were no longer taking control of her actions.

She caught herself standing in front of Bash’s place. It confused her as to why her legs had brought her there and before she could convince herself it was a bad idea, Nina knocked on his door. It would have made more sense if she had gone to Arthur, since the other vampire had been to her apartment the night before, yet, here she was. 

When Bash came to the door, she spared him a look, unable to hide the exhaustion on her expression as Nina, once again, dug her nails into her palms, the sharp pain distracting her from her own thoughts. “Hi... Can I come in?”