#pandemoniumstart

“Aw. leaving so soon ??” Elijah reported, putting on a mock hurt, as if someone else wouldn’t be in the same place as the other in a matter of hours. Still, keeping them around would make it easier. Elijah wouldn’t have to go back to the bar and search for fresh bait. “Just one round is all I get - I’m hurt.”

    。·ﾟﾟ* your typical night, your typical crowd - kasdeya almost wanted to sigh into her fourth bloody mary. but she would never, because no one was allowed to see her falter in anything, not for even half of a second. she was better than that, so instead one side of that mouth was pulled up into a ghost of a grin, an eyebrow raising so follow suit. someone was STARING at her, she could feel the weight of someone’s concentration on her skin. her posture didn’t change, but her face could be seen by the person next to her as she peered from behind her shoulder, her face halfway shadowed in the crimson light. ❝ –– is there something i can assist you with, sweetheart? ❞

Stores were fascinating subject to study, aisles upon aisles of mass-produced products-- most of which, in Metatron’s opinion, looked the same but were, apparently produced by different groups of humans. Plucking two jars of honey off a self, the archangel tried to imagine just how a human in this day and age went about purchasing anything. Did they stand here and read each and every label, or did they simply go with the jar that had the most eye-catching label? Or maybe it was the price tag? Metatron noted the tags, bending over slightly to examine each label a little closer.

“I’ve never gambled before today and after losing forty dollars to that damn wheel, I doubt I ever will again !!” Oswin muttered to the person next to her, before taking a sip of her expensive wine. “Honestly, where’s the fun in throwing your money away and not getting anything in return ?? I just don’t get it.”