really, it wasn’t as if she cared at all, but being around a vampire much older than her seemed to bring the ghost of the sensation of crawling skin to record. it was odd though, she wasn’t as intimidated as she thought she’d be --though that was subject to change of course. she made it her business to fuck off when it came to the ever complicated world that she’d been an unwilling part of for nearly fifty years, but every now and then it managed to worm it’s way to the forefronts of her attention.                            “ can i help you? ” the words came out bluntly, no disguise from her clear distatain. this other’s presence made her uncomfortable, as it wasn’t often other vampires found their way into her club, and the pettiest part of her just wanted to get to the bottom of this.

               “ you couldn’t be cool for five minutes could you? ” record sighed in frustration. this was the second time they’d been thrown out of a club that night, and she was growing weary. “ i was trying to have fun tonight. ”

               it was a rarity when something caught record by surprise, but seeing someone standing posted outside her apartment door as she was strolling in at 5AM for some reason did. greatly so. the vampire froze in place, her nostrils flaring. “ um... who are you and what are you doing? ” she interrogated them, her expression stony and accusing.

                         “ what th’ fu- did you---? wait a minute, rewind, i need you to swing that one by me again. ”

record: fuck yourecord: idk why yet but i feel like i needed to say it to yourecord: i had a sixth sense or whatever

               “ uh, so... ” words were not her strong suit. unless record was trying manipulate and get something to go her way, she didn’t quite know where to begin. “ this is fucking weird. ”

           “ yanno, i’m pretty sure you’ve asked me this before, and i’m pretty sure i told you to fuck off that last time... so why are you here? ” record sighed. the dawn was coming and she was tired. she’d worked the bar all night, and she wanted to just get home already... but of course something, or rather someone, had to cut her short of that. she could use her influence on the poor thing to get them out of her hair, maybe even coerce them into letting her have a snack... but would that be fair? did she care if it was fair? she wasn’t sure in the moment.

               “ out with it then if you’ve got something to say to me. ” arms crossed over her chest, eyes lit with the blaze of a challenge being thrown her way. record had always been, and always would be one who craved a fight. “ i don’t got all day, spit it out then. ”