#ncttheprincess

Shona had been doing the rounds as soon as her body stopped betraying her by keeping her 'bed bound with lots of fluids' fuckin doctors-- what do they know anyway? She had missed too much time rotting in the in-between, lost too much of her short life to something that Mason was definitely responsible for & now she just wanted things to go back to the normal level of fucked. Regrettably, Zelda was a few names down the list and Shona could feel the fatigue creep in as she knocked on the door of her good friend.

"Betcha' didn't see this one coming right?"

location; the snuggly duckling

Shona grimaced at the aftermath of knocking back the foul tasting, honey colored shot in front of her. In the tightly packed bar, curled into a corner she adjusted herself on the stool, feeling the heat of stuffy room threatening to take her out before the next round did. She shook her head and reached for the now room temperature bottle of beer on the long vandalized table in front of them. "No more that stuff is like jet fuel. Complete poison!" she hissed, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. Shona looked towards Zelda with a raised eyebrow as she folded her arms across her chest and leaned forward. "So you wanna' tell me what tonight is really about? Or do you just miss my company so badly?"

Location; a bathroom in some club/bar

SHONAS LIPS FELL INTO A THIN LINE of unamusement as she shook her shoulders, watching more displaced feathers flutter gently to the floor. "Whatever glue this is its fucking shit. They haven't been on me an hour yet" she complained, crushing a black feather in the palm of her hand. Casting a glance over her shoulder she grinned at Zelda "How are yours staying on? What did you use huh, witchcraft?"

for; Zelda @ncttheprincess​

Shona sunk into the plush seat next to where she’d dumped her jacket, scarf and bag. After paying for two herbal teas and two sweet treats she returned to Zelda at a table near the window, so they could both bask in the afternoon sun without burning. “That dude is so annoying. Have a nice day-- I’ll bring it right down to you-- like talk about trying too hard.” she scowled, adjusting herself from where the cushion had swallowed her up. “Anyway,  thanks for meeting me. I wanted to talk to you about some weird dreams and all that crap.”