“What do you know about the Vidalis’s anyways?” Jazz doesn’t really have time for the small talk part of what she is pretty sure is kind of sort of a date. She did have time to doll herself up just a little, she was showered, perfumed, and her hair was out of the messy bun that it’d been in for what felt like days. Things had escalated, her priorities had shifted and yet...He’d called her beautiful and when she thought about that, she couldn’t just in good faith meet him for another drink while looking like she’d been pouring over notes on vampires for days in total hermit mode. “I’m friends with Anastasia’s next in line. The youngest Ava, too.” She could count Dio too, probably, but she knew Miri and Ava the best. @jerriklykos​
