Ah, Da Cloughb. Bassy music, many a booze, and lots of people enjoying dances and company! It's a comfy place for an angel of love~
Or, at least it would be.
"Ugh. My wings itch..." Levya wiggles her feathered appendages. "Should've stopped off to get preened, today."
“…You doin’ alright?” Siiiip! A rotund shadow looms over the seated angel, slurping from a fizzy drink through a curly and downright silly straw.
Curiously, her head tilted and studied the shorter woman. It’s not everyday you see an angel out and about in the wild! The club counts as the wild, yeah? You could find cougars here after all…
The straw left the pinkette’s lips, she was clad in a black, flowing dress and a red scarf made of glistening silk draped around her neck and arms.
Seems like she’d came with friends, but sauntered off to entertain herself!
