#evie 01.

It’s a place she hasn’t quite tried yet and Eurydice finds herself almost peeking from the lobby into the larger room. There’s a well lit stage, there’s a woman on it in various stages of undress and an audience gathered. Other scantily clad women seem to walk around the place with serving trays and she very gingerly takes a glass when it’s offered, her eyes on the stage as she lingers closer to the curtained doorway. She watches with wide eyes as the woman on stage dances with a large feathered fan and gradually her feet take her towards the bar area and she perches herself on a stool and angles herself so she can still see the stage. “Finally a place that will not chastise me to put on proper clothing.” She remarks to no one in particular, a small, almost triumphant smile on her lips. @eviebordeaux​

“Don’t I….” A vampire, a beautiful one, but that’s kind of a given with them. Raven haired and red lipped, there’s some kind of vintage glamour about her, a bit of a mischievous glint in her eyes, and he’s met so many vampires over the years, Beau’s memory has never quite been that good. Sometimes thinking back to when he was alive, he feels like there’s just holes, he does better with his afterlife. But he doesn’t think he knows her from now, and his brow is furrowed as he takes a sip of his overly fruity cocktail. “Know you from somewhere?” @eviebordeaux

“Still cannae believe ye chose tae set up shop here.” He’d rapped his knuckles at the door to her dressing room before speaking but Jamie sticks just outside the door leaning against the frame and looking into the hall. It’s been a hot minute since he’s seen her, a couple of decades at least, he hadn’t stuck around in the states for all that long after he’d done the whole college thing. But he liked Evie, their views on a lot of things matched up and he’d always been willing to help her out if he had the time. @eviebordeaux​

“So I have a few ideas.” Evie is breathtaking, one of the most beautiful women she’s ever seen and she’d nearly failed her audition at Ambrosia because of it. But she was a veteran, she was a Vegas showgirl, she’d been in the big leagues, she’d managed to pull it together. Hands clasped in front of her on the table, Harlow looks across to her new boss with a smile before she’s pulling up a few pictures from a folder on her phone and sliding the device across the table. Outfits, she is not just a dancer, hell, she thought first and foremost she was a stripper, the grace came with the vampire territory. She is a seamstress though, she has been one for centuries and she enjoys using the skillset at any club she manages to wander into. The images are bodysuits practically dripping in crystals, robes, shoes, the like. “Whatever I can do to help anyone out, I have time.” @eviebordeaux​