#nyevixen

@mobscene-starters​

The music pumps through the building, but it hardly bothered Elodie as she made her way from the bar to the seats by the stage. She had only visited Vixen once before tonight and the mood was not nearly as peppy as tonight. Perhaps New Years Eve really was ‘in the air’. Sitting on a loveseat, Elodie rest her old fashion drink on the tiny table and hiked her dress up -exposing her long, lean legs- to cross one leg over the other.

With her latest joint lit and in hand, she feels it beginning to set into her system, becoming more and more relaxed as she watched the stage, “They are so beautiful to watch,” she says out loud as a presence comes over her shoulder, “want a hit?” she offers leaning her head back to look at the figure.

Lisette understood that tonight was not just the French Organization’s New Years Eve party, it was also a way of Celebrating Laurent’s 40th Birthday. For the last ten years, she had been able to count on this man as a figure in her life that she could call. No he wasn’t blood, but in her mind he was family. He protected her relatives, served her Uncle faithfully, and now was running the city they once both called home.

He was one of the few she allowed to see her freshly after her kidnapping.

Moving through the crowed space, Lisette need only clear her throat to have people move out of her way as she moved into the VIP area of Vixen where the ‘man of the hour’ would no doubt be loitering. “There he is,” she says moving to his side and slipping her arm in his, “the birthday boy himself,” she teases aloud holding up a black bag in front of them, “last gift, just for you,”