#roxi:thread.

The vampire couldn’t help but feel irritated and overstimulated at the ball around her. Why had she agreed to attend this event in the first place? Ah, yes. Attention and food. Grumbling to herself, Roxi turned around to return to the dance floor. Typically, she was very graceful, but in this particular instance, she collided with another person. “Excuse me,” she huffed, glaring at him. A werewolf, how quaint. “Oh, they invited your kind? I thought the memo said no animals.”

Roxi struggled to remain composed with everything going on. There were a few humans mixed into the group of attendees at the ball, making it hard to focus on anything other than being thirsty. This was unfortunately making her a little on edge. So much so that when she felt someone was standing a little too close to her, she began to lash out. “Listen here, muffin, I’m not sure if you’ve had too much hooch or if you’re just the nosy kinda dame but if you don’t back the fuck up right now we’re going to have a problem.”

Roxi had always been the type of woman that simply couldn’t let go of a good thing -- especially when that ‘good thing’ was a lover. Her nights seemed to drag on as of late, a sure sign that she was growing complacent and, well, bored. What a better way than to spend her evening than bothering someone that just so happened to be a good thing.

It was risky to bother Remzi. Not even for the reasons most people would think. Roxi was a volatile woman, prone to wild mood swings that could bring down just about any house. Even worse, she was a rather jealous woman as well. Who knew what she was walking into? What if he was with someone else? What if he was eating dinner? Hell, what if he had someone over that was dinner? The possibilities were endless and her curiosity got the best of her. 

Standing at his front door, she knocked four times, growing more impatient with each knock. “Little bat, little bat, let me in,” she called out as she rapped on the door. “C’mon, Rem, you know you miss me.”