STATUS: Open LOCATION: Infamy
Val rarely stands still. The witch is always shifting to some imaginary rhythm, a slight sway to the way they walk and an air to them as if there's music playing in their head. And maybe there is, after so many years of life, with the sheer force of magic thrumming through their veins to keep them here... perhaps one thing that keeps them alive is music.
And as such, a club is their reprieve. A boozy cosmopolitan in one hand, a long flowy hunter green dress and pendants off a long pale neck perfectly twirling with the beat. Messy curls and pale, milky blue eyes - unfocused, unseeing, as they get a good sip out of their drink. "Alright, lovey - where's the hottest person here, what d'they look like... and how likely am I t'score their number?"
