Ready For a Night Not to Be Remembered.[Blaise]

[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna walked into the low-lit bar over in Manhattan and sat alone on one of stools up against the bar. No one sat in tables or booths unless it was a girl’s night or couples wanted to make-out and those people irritated her. She was looking forward to getting attention tonight, it had been a while since she got a good, full dose of interaction and Vienna needed nothing more than other people. Preparing to go out she had spent the day in her loft deciding what to wear and what to do with her hair.

Walking into her closet she spotted her dark washed skinny jeans lying next to a black pairs of boots. She slid on the pants and the boots, feeling a little boost a power from being higher up from her 4 in. boots, she paraded around looking for a shirt. She slipped on a looser fitting bohemian blue shirt that was v-necked, and had pretty little details all along the collar. Staring into her mirror, her blue eyes piercing back at her, she looked at the mess of hair. Stupid bedhead she thought. Decided to go with her messy curls she headed over to she shower and stuck her head under the flowing water for a minute to make it more manageable. Walking back over to her sink she began combing it out. Reaching over to the shelves behind her she grabbed some mousse and massaged it through her waist long hair. Then she sat down head upside down again and blow-dried her hair up forcing the curls in by scrunching her hair in her tiny free hand. When it was 90% dry she flipped the off switch and looked back into the mirror. Grabbing her flat iron she fixed the mess her bangs. Putting on a heavy dose of eye makeup and the bare minimum foundation she looked out to see the sun setting a smiled.

After zoning out she noticed the bartender walking over.

“Anything I can get for you miss?” he asked politely. Vienna smiled, technically she was 27.

“How about a nice Sangria?” she replied. He quickly got it for her, and she began drumming her fingers against the glass waiting for the attention to start. She was looking for fun, and was willing to do just about anything to get it, and depending on how much she drunk she could get a little carried away, but who really cares.

[* Blaise]

Evangeline blinked sleepily as she stared through the thick cloud of steam rising from her shower. It always felt good to rewind with these scorching hot showers after a long day at the University. It was nearing 11 o'clock, time to get moving. Her pale hand slowly slid open the frosted glass door with delicate unfrosted designs etched upon it. She groped for the berry purple towel hanging on its warming rack, one of the few indulgences she had let herself have when she moved back here. She never realized how much she had missed the city that was supposed to be a temporary home. When she lived with her mom and Adam she had only thought bitterly of New York. The Bronx was not really a happy place to grow up when your home was Boulder, Colorado. When Evangeline was old enough to go to college she had known she wanted to go to the University of Colorado at Boulder to study psychology. Her year at home with her father and sister warmed her considerably. They were her best friends and nothing felt better than to see open sky again after eight years of skyscrapers. But Angel realized that she had changed those eight years...And the city had let her start over once, it would let her do it again. She knew she had to go back.

So here she was, lucky enough to be renting a studio apartment in Soho, Manhattan. Wrapping the towel around her naked body she glanced at the skinny window installed inside the shower. It had that rainy quality to it that let the person from the inside see out but not vice versa. She usually drew pictures of what she was feeling on the condensation after her shower or bath, or wrote words and quotes if she was in the mood, but today...she felt nothing. It was an awkward sensation probably brought on by too much stress and it made Angel feel unnerved.

She stepped out of the navy blue tiled shower onto a plush rug that matched her towels. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she stumbled, nearly running into the white porcelin sink. Blaise reached out both arms and braced herself against the walls, slowly lifting her eyes to face the antique mirror. The bulb lights left a warm glow across her face and bare shoulders. But then she saw it, an ugly purple bruise blossoming across her neck. Even the golden filigree cracks and the antiquity of the mirror could not hide the stain.

A small gasp issued from her rose colored lips, hand clasped over the bruise. It ran in her family that she would bruise easily but it usually did not hurt this much, Blaise had high pain tolerance. Thinking back, she remembered the club last night. A boy thought she was provoking him and when she told him off for harassing her he called her a slut and a tease and grabbed her by the neck. He was a large man, 6'3 at least with a burly structure, huge muscles, and an unkind face.

A shiver ran through her body. She would not let that happen again...she couldn't. If anything, Eva knew how to protect herself. In her self-defense class she had the best punch and high kick in the class. No man would touch her without her permission again, ever.

Focusing on her face instead of the bruise she surveyed the product. Her pores were clear and flawless as usual, feeling great after all the steam. Freckles splashed across her nose and cheeks over a usually rosy complexion. After dusting some bronzer over her cheeks and lining the top of her lid with some brown liquid eyeliner she whisked a mascara brush across her thick eyelashes, blinking twice. It left Evangeline looking pretty in a simple way, almost like she belonged at a ball instead of a bar.

Trouncing through the small living room/kitchenette and around the half wall that seperated the living room and her bedroom. Both were the tiniest bit larger than the bathroom but offered a cozy space. Blaise slipped on a bronze silk shirt with lace cutouts on the whole back, virtually see through. The collar clasped around her neck like a cheongsam and fell loosley around her skinny frame before elasticking around her hips. She yanked on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and brown calf high stiletto boots as she simultaneously gathered her purse and piled her russet curls into a clip at the back of her head.

In the blink of an eye the taxi had dropped her off at the bar and left. She stepped inside, inhaling the cigarette smoke and alcohol scent. Blaise was ready.

[Vienna Charavelli]

After being approached by multiple men inside the bar Vienna had turned in her bar stool and curled one leg up to her body, her arm dangling loosely around it. The boys were making her giggle and she had finished her first drink. She let the first one to offer buy her a second. With a new drink in her hand she set her eyes on the door watching new people walk in as the place started to fill and curiously watched the people hustling about outside when the door was open. Vienna felt the need to have another girl in this little group. As much as she liked the attention she felt uncomfortable alone, she needed friends now that she was back in New York. Even though she was easily stronger than any of these men from the fact that she was a vampire, she was in no mood to start a fight.

I just need a girl who looks interesting and fun, and of course isn’t weirded out by a girl starting a conversation with her. She smiled to herself. None of these poor guys had a legitimate chance with her tonight, at least, not the way she saw it playing out. Continuing to listen to the men tells stories and listlessly trying to one-up each other she let out a little sigh. Hoe after hoe had walked in, but no real cute girls. And well, sluts were difficult to talk to; they had no real thoughts on anything and couldn’t hold alcohol to save their lives. Then she walked in.

Vienna giggled, and then laughed at her good timing, considering one of the boys had just told her a joke, which was actually funny, making her laugh more. She was dressed very similarly to Vienna herself, which is what automatically drew her eyes. Wearing a loose fitting shirt with less is more details that came back in at the waist above a beautiful pair of dark wash skinny jeans. The jeans on her slender legs were also inside a pair of high heeled boots, but hers were a lovely shade of brown to match her shirt.

That thought made Vienna pause and snap back into focus a little, she hated brown, this girl definitely had something about her, that she was sure of now. As the girl walked into the bar and went so close to the stool she was sitting at they could’ve almost been touching another man walked up to hit on her. Vienna laughed so that she could here, and leaned in closer to this knew girl.

“Men they’re like vultures aren’t they?” Vienna said putting on her best smile, letting her foot fall back down and balance on one of the horizontal supports on the stool. She was trying to send every positive message she could to this girl. That’s when she noticed the bruise on the girl’s neck and her bright blue eyes got a little wider. Maybe that girl got hurt in a bar. That would help this process, she would see Vienna alone, and think of being alone herself and that should help Vienna’s chances of getting closer to her. If this worked well she could have a new friend, one that could she could shop with, call every once and awhile, go to bars with, and that would be so nice.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and saw that one of the men had rested it there to claim her attention again.
“Hey sweetie, forget about the girl and think about you and me.” Vienna rolled her eyes at him; he was to the point where he was slurring his words now. Weren’t girls supposed to be the drunk past clear speech point? Vienna started a casual conversation with the other boy by her while waiting to see what the girl’s reply might be.

[* Blaise]

With a quick nod of her head towards the woman talking to her she smirked to the left side of her face and laid a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Look...sugar you just need to walk away. She's with me. And she's taken. Why don't you go over there to those nice little tramps with the short skirts and flirt with them for awhile?" His drunken gaze clouded a bit and he turned his back towards her. Plastering the most dazzling smile she could muster on her face Evangeline turned to face this gorgeous stranger. She was dressed like herself which would usually have peeved her off a bit but this was an exception, it actually looked good on her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name before the poor boy interrupted us." She held out one long fingered and long palmed hand to shake. They called it a fire hand in palmistry. Forceful and earthy. Blaise liked to refer to it as artists hands though. They were her best tool. Angel took in the bar around her. Bar stools lined the counter which was covered in sticky rings of MaiTai and Beer. There were circular tables scaterred in every direction and a room in the back that you could tell was used for those who had passed out drunk. She had a sudden craving for alcohol.

Her eyes scanned the bar to catch the eye of the person working: a tall and skinny (almost gangly) man who had brown eyes and a black fauxhawk. He must have noticed her blatant staring because when she winked he immediately came to her service.

"Anything I can get you miss?" His eyes stared at her chest. Oops...she had forgotten to plaster on bandaids to her chest and she most definately had not worn a bra. Eva tugged her motorcycle jacket close around her, pulling up the diagonal zipper. "Actually yes, there is something I have a particular taste for--rum. Lots of it. And coke." She batted her eyelashes and turned away.

Angel was started to sweat. Unfortunately she did not want to take the chance of taking off her jacket. She definately did not want a repeat of last night to happen again. When she saw all those boys surrounding whatever her name is she had panicked and was reminded of why she was here in the first place. To watch out for Candice. The sweetheart was drinking too much lately. Eva had to make sure she got home. Especially with no men trailing after her. Blaise tugged at a loose curl and resumed her act: be friendly, courteous, and interested. You are not alone and you are not lost. You are Evangeline Blaiser. You can do this.

[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna laughed at this girl. “Oh I didn’t know I was seeing someone, I wonder if they’re attractive.” She said smiling as the boy left. “And I’m Vienna, and you?” She reached out her own small hand and placed it in the other girl’s. She seemed like a keeper already. The only thing Vienna didn’t love about this girl so far was her drink choice, but whatever, everyone has different taste, if this girl liked rum and coke, she liked rum and coke. She looked over at the bartender and smiled a bit, his fauxhawk was actually pretty cute. She looked over to the girl again and noticed her jacket, because she was zipping it up.

“Cute jacket!” She exclaimed, and the noticed her starting to sweat a little and she looked almost…nervous. “Are you okay?” she muttered, quieter this time. Once again she focused her own mind on this girl and was telling her to be comfortable, to be open, and most of all, have a little fun; Vienna wouldn’t anything happen to them. And she wanted to make sure this girl knew that, even if it wasn’t said out loud, that might be a little awkward, considering they did just meet.

“So, what brings you here tonight?” Vienna asked, trying to make casual conversation, another way of her trying to calm this girl down and distract her. Sure, she was just looking to have fun tonight herself, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t help someone else out. She took another sip of her drink, and it was about half full; a buzz hadn’t even hit her yet. The bartender had finally brought the girl’s drink, and alcohol always helped the nerves. The boys were still talking and laughing with each other around the both of them more so now. Vienna smiled courteously at the bunch of them again to keep them interested, she needed the attention. She fingers were tapping restlessly against the edge of her glass, it was a thing she always did, it wasn’t really under her control.

I really hope this girl gets into party mode soon. Vienna found herself thinking, although she did seem much like a protective girl though, the designated driver of a group. She was more of the designated drinker herself, she smirked.

[* Blaise]

A blush spread lazily over Eva's freckled face. This time her apple ceeks held a genuine smile as crooked and simple as it was it was lovely. She tugged at her jacket a little, still sweating. Blaise was nervous. Candice was a poor excuse and she knew it. She knew on the inside that she came here to get crazy ass drunk if only to create a feeling other than numbness...like nausea tomorrow morning. The only thing that Angel was obsessed with that prohibited her from letting go of all inhibitions was her absolute unshakable fear of having no control. But tonight was different. She was feeling just a tad reckless and control was barely registering at the moment.

"Thank you..," she paused, sizing up the girl. Vienna...she felt it on her tounge. It was a pretty name for a very pretty woman. Evangeline would have died to have her looks and get rid of this mass of redness clinging to her scalp. The name also had a touch of venom on it, like there was a double edged blade hidden behind the sheath.

"I'm Evangeline. But Blaise works fine. Some call me Eva, or Angel, depending on my mood." Her words took her by surprise. Eva? Angel? Only her friends called her that. Noah and Amber, the twins, had called her Eva since they met her, thinking it sounded modern. Hayden, an ex-boyfriend and best friend of hers, called her Angel just like Marlon, Kate, and Lex. Seth. Seth had called her Blaise. He was the one who origionally thought up the nickname. At the time he was referrignt o her last name since he misheard it said the first time and missed the R. He then tied the word in with her flaming red curls. Evangeline's heart ached for him. She needed his hug but she shoved the thought away, severing all ties to the past was her decision. She could not turn back now.

"I just came to have some fun! I'm so sick of studying all the time and booze sounded like the perfect remedy," her laugh jingled in the air and she swung her hips side to side along with the music. It was so loud she felt it and it was telling her muscles to dance, so she complied of course.

Taking Vienna's hand which was still holding hers Blaise led her onto the makeshift dance floor, not letting her grab her drink. A sangria if she was correct. Good taste...but it did not look as if honey had been added. This chick was missing out.

[Vienna Charavelli]

Evangeline was a beautiful name. So was Blaise, but Vienna didn’t care much for either of her other nicknames, angel was too sweet, and she just never liked the sound of Eva. Vienna laughed at her little explanation of her names. She felt it necessary to add something herself.

“Some of my friends call me Vee, but I don’t really have any nicknames so if you want to make one up.” Vienna said. “And liquor is definitely the answer to everything; I don’t care what anyone else says.” She giggled again, the sound was musical. I’m not an alcoholic or anything, I mean just because I appreciate a nice drinking session every once and a while, it’s just like any girl and her shopping. Vienna added this in her head to make herself feel better, having a problem bothered her. As laid back and nonchalant as she seemed, Vienna felt the need for perfection. Oh the days of studying, Vienna left school when she was first turned, and then returned a year later and got herself a degree, she was contemplating going back again, but to an art school, that was her dream even when she was a human, but she definitely had the time now.

Vienna felt herself being pulled onto the dance floor and let it happen. Her hips started swaying along with the music perfectly and she was dancing with Blaise. She smiled brightly her white teeth stunning against her full red lips. Vienna heard a mainstream song she knew the words to, but failed to remember the name. She started singing along softly, her voice sounding lovely as always. She started dancing more along with the song she was actually familiar with. It was habit of hers, whenever she knew the words to a song she sang, and the more she sang the more into the song she got, and the more into her surroundings. Vienna’s drink had been ditched somewhere she needed another, desperately.

“A mojito please.” Vienna asked the waitress walking past her. She turned backing to Evangeline and was dancing again. “Anything for you?” She asked politely, apparently her drink had been ditched too. Vienna loved dancing and it was a great way to get to know someone better, and she wanted to know more about this girl. She wanted to see her again; no matter how complicated it might get for her. Vienna could just make-up a job if Blaise asked why she only went out at night. Although with the weather in New York, that issue might not arise for quite some time, the sun was rarely out, and when it was, it was fairly simple to avoid.

[* Blaise]

A look of relief crossed Angel's face. She had forgotten about her drink. Luckily she was talented enough to drink and dance at the same time. That was what years of dance lessons did for her, it all became second nature after awhile. Evangeline looked at Vee and grinned, "Yeah, I'd love something-- a Sicilian Kiss if you please." She tugged on a stray strand of hair, looking around. There was a shadow of a smile on her face.

Blaise swung her hips and accidentally bumped into a boy next to her. He was emboldened as ge stared her up and down. She immediately smirked and turned around to raise her arms above her head. The graceful move she did reminded Blaise of her studio. It was in a battered down old warehouse on the fringes of New York City. Evangeline would always take the train or a public bus during the winter but during the spring and summer she always enjoyed walking or taking a nice jog to loosen up her muscles before a class. The scent of Ms. Fabreil's cinnamon sented candles announced itself in her memory along witht he feel of wooden barrres and hardwood floors that were laid in thirty years ago. Mirrors lined the warehouse walls, createing a surface for the sun spilling out of the 3 by 4 windows surrounded the top of the room to bounce off of. The stereo system hooked up in a corner along with a computer, desk, swivel chair, coffee maker, water barrel, and "gift store" that was affectionately known as "La Pointe".

"So tell me about yourself!" Blaise nearly shouted over the din. The waiter was nearing them with their drinks. Not wanting to knock him over with the clumsiness that befell her sometimes, she stepped away from the dancefloor, still slithering sensuously. Eva plucked her Sicilian Kiss from the boy and made her way back to Vienna, who was still dancing.

Try as she might Angel could not find Candice. Her eyes torn apart the place, staring at every individual face and comparing it to the one of Candice: Platinum blonde hair with a few black streaks and a pink extension. She had a fake tan and bad taste in clothes (usually tacky or overly thought out-- NEVER wear a full tracksuit from Juicy.) and an even smile with dimples. She was a year younger than Evangeline but looked years older. She could even pass for 30 if she was not wearing her usual pound of make-up while Blaise could pass for 17. A small groan escaped her mouth before she could stop it. Wiping off the probably worried look on her face Blaise sucked unhappily at her Sicilian Kiss.

[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna smiled at Blaise’s drink choice, and subconsciously copied her action of reaching up to twirl some hair. Her spirals curled freely over her finger, her hair smooth and soft as you could imagine. Nothing bothered Vienna more than some nasty hair. Greasy hair, dry hair, burnt hair that looked as if it had been crushed between an iron for hours and hours. Weaves that had tracks falling out, outrageous “Look at me I’m different” colored hair, with purple, pink, green, orange coming from random places in their head. Vienna had yet to find something as disgusting as that, other than yellow teeth perhaps, really, it’s not hard to brush every once and a while.

She danced gracefully with Blaise and laughed when she bumped into the boy, she couldn’t help herself. Her question through her off and made her stumble for words, a rare action, that called for documenting whenever it happened to her.

“Well, I do enjoy this city so much, I’m new here.” Vienna said with a polite smile on her face, a reflex answer to give her time to think. “I’m in school for journalism, and graphic design currently.” Not currently, but this girl thought she was 19, not 28. “I absolutely adore it, nothing I’d rather do with my time; although it’s amazing I can afford it, that requires two different schools.” She smiled with real relief when the waiter handed her a drink, an excuse to stop talking, something she desperately needed if she was going to give herself a valid story for this girl.

“What about yourself,” she asked as she heard a little groan escape Eva’s lips.” What’s wrong sweetie?” She asked. Vienna was torn, torn between being a good person and having a good goddamn night. It was a hard choice pathetically enough. The good side of Vienna one as it almost always did though, she refused to abandon the girl, especially when a conversation had been started and a frail friendship created. She’d also resist her urge to manipulate her thoughts once again, she been told time after time, that in the long run, it was better to let people deal with their own problems themselves, Vienna had difficulties accepting that. She was one of those people who was always right and if she’s right, why shouldn’t she force her opinion on others?

She wrinkled her face in frustration, and took a long sip out of her drink. Really, who was this girl, who did she think she was? And why couldn’t she enjoy herself, and stop putting a halt on Vienna’s night? Wrong thoughts, wrong thoughts. This night was good it was going to be fun; there was always a rough patch right? Might as well get it over with in the beginning, it sucked to end a night that way, but no matter what it will be forgotten tomorrow morning.

[* Blaise]

Evangeline suddenly had the notion that someone was listening to her thoughts. Her mind slowly drained of sadness and a bright spark entered her mind: perhaps Candice never came and therfore she had nothing to worry about. Eva breathed slowly and deeply then exhaled through her nose. She could feel her heart pounding slower and slower, thudding through jelly. Angel looked apologetically over to VIenna then to the bartender who came over.

His shirt collar was plucked upwards on one side and glowed bluish under the light. The quirkiness made her giggle. She reached a creamy soft hand over to his neck, playing with the collar. He cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows. Evangeline smoothed down his shirt and unbuttoned the top button, "There you are...MUCH better." A blush creeped towards his ears where the brown hair, unbrushed and frizzy, curled slightly. Blaise wet her lips and leaned forward, "Can I get what she's having?" pointed a long finger towards Vee. The man started to step away, as she touched his arm gently and added, "And a shot of vodka." Another pearly white smile guaranteed his nod, and perhaps a phone number. Feeling neglectful of Vienna she turned around to see guys stared at her slim figure Goodness she's gorgeous .

"You know you're really pretty? Like...damn sexy to be truthful," the words slipped out. The alcohol was setting in. Evangeline was not a heavy drinker. She could barely hold her own but that made it all the more fun, and less expensive. Angel looked around for her jacket but it was nowhere to be found, she must have taken it off and dropped it somewhere. Pale shoulders gleamed, leading into her shirt, finally resting smooth against her no longer freezing chest. This is nice...I haven't done something stupid or reckless in awhile.

"Eight months..." she murmured, grinning, "I deserve some fun." It had been eight months since her last boy toy. No one had caught her eye lately and she had been playing cat and mouse frequently, being the tease. "Graphic design? That's awesome VIenna. I am majoring in Pschycology, hence the uptight attitude," her laughed chimed airily. Maybe she would like to go back to my place. We could talk there or something...but then again, maybe the bar is better, nothing will happen. Evangeline remembered Molly. One of her only loves. A woman.

[Vienna Charavelli]

Giggling, she smiled at Blaze and the waiter. He was actually quite adorable. She leaned over to Blaze so he couldn’t hear her whisper, “Excuse me, I don’t know if you have other friends, but they way I do it, you have to call dibs to get that close.” Her lips came close to brushing Evangeline’s skin and she could see boys staring, including her waiter. She grinned leaning away again. She sent him away with her drink and Vienna muttered, just loud enough for this girl to hear, “Copy cat.”

She couldn’t control her laugh at Blaze’s newt words, and cupped and hand over her mouth. “Why thank you sweetie, you’re pretty damn amazing yourself.” Vienna danced with her and felt some guys coming closer to them. She brushed her hip against a particular boy coming closer to her. His shaggy black hair was unbelievably straight and was brushed out of the way of his shining green eyes. A blush crept to her face a bit just looking at him. She pulled Blaze closer, still dancing with her.

“Dibs,” she muttered, glancing back at the boy so Evangeline knew just who she was talking about. Looking closer, but still keeping her glances hidden so he wouldn’t notice as much, she saw the he was wearing a blue plaid shirt, opened over a loose tee. He had on dark wash jeans, designer by the looks of it, and a gorgeous pair of DC’s. She shifted herself and Blaze so she was dancing closer to him.

“So, who are you going to pick?” she asked, still quiet. Then louder, “Well this drink is good, mmm I can feel it setting in.” Vienna couldn’t remember if it was her second or third, didn’t matter it wasn’t her last either way. She was capable of drinking a lot and she wanted a good dosage tonight, not enough that she was a stumbling mess, but enough to be a hot mess. No matter what people thought, being a hot mess was incredibly fun, and sexy she thought.

If from across the room she saw a girl with enough alcohol it be slipping up her words, and dancing loose and crazy, that just made her more attractive, on the other hand, if she was swaying and screaming, looking like she was about to puke, that was down-right trashy. A fine line not be to crossed, but danced along gracefully.

[* Blaise]

Blaisae danced in silence for a few moments as she contemplated. She jokingly added, "Can we only pick one?" Licking her lips like a hungry lioness she surveyed her prey. There were a lot of decent looking guys here tonight. EIther that or she was too loopy to notice their flaws. Evangeline picked a few out of the crowd to choose from.

One guy has pale blonde hair but she personally hated blondes. Other than his hair he was dressed nice with a black polo and low hanging jeans. A wee bit preppy for my taste... There was another that she spotted grinding with a girl on the other side of the room near a wall. The chick was a natural brunette but you could tell that she had bleached her hair--her roots were atrocious. Dman though, the boy she was dancing with was fine. His hair was a chestnut color, warm like honey but full of shadows. His skin was a pale rosy coloring. There were freckles and beauty marks covering him in random spots, like the sun couldn't choose if it wanted to tan him or burn him.

His hair was actually pretty short comfaratively. It was not even down to the bottom of his ears but just brushing the tops of them. The lips on this guy were a raspberry red but she unfortunately could not tell the color of his eyes. He had a perfectly defined chest and a strong back with miles of leg. Him. I want him.

"I pick him," Eva informed Vienna, delicately shifting a finger in his direction and spinning her partner's hips around so Vee's back was to her torso. "This is going to be a fun chase. So what exactly does dibs entail Vee? I'm new to the party scene in New York." Angel's hair started to brush against her neck uncomfortably. The red curls would be unable to manable especially in the humidity but she decided to risk it. Free hair was such an easier way of seducing boys anyways and this chase looked like it was going to be hard. They are probably dating...the slut and her fake hair, fake boobs, and fake tan. And what's up with Vienna and dibs?

Reaching up a hand to her butterfly clip Evangeline pinched it slightly and dragged it through her crimson locks. Curls tumbled to her back in a stream of ringlets. Scrunching them once she clipped her butterly clip to the back of some random guys jeans.

[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna laughed, "No you can pick multiple, it's just annoying if we start fighting, silly." She watched Blaze scan the crowd for a boy with a grin on her face. She looked like she was stalking to prey and Vienna swore she looked like a vampire. It would've been nice if she was, Vienna couldn't keep humans friends for long, not that she threatened them in anyway, she just had trouble keeping it to herself.

Vienna was spun to see the guy Blaze liked. "Oh, nice one." She smiled and then she smiled at the boy she was now facing. "Let's move to other side of the room babe its crowded over her." She took his hand and Blaze's and danced her way through the crowd to make her way closer to the guy her new friend had picked. She led the way glided, and sliding through couples grinding and occasionally getting rubbed up against by a crunk guy, and shuddering away.

"Dibs entails that I don't steal your man and you don't steal mine!" Vienna shook her head. Dibs wasn't a New York thing. "Damn you look great with your hair down." Vienna muttered at Blaze, and her hair smelled delightful too.

"Ew, they definitely aren't dating, so you've got that going for you, look at the look on his face." Vienna giggled, he was starting to look disgusted. "He's just looking for someone to rescue him, go!" Vienna nudged Blaze in his direction.

"Oh and when you get this boy, you need to tell me a bit about yourself to sweetie." Vienna giggled. She turned to the boy across from her. "So what about you?" I'm Vienna." She smiled and ran a hand through his hair.
Vienna continued dancing and waited to see what Blaze did, watching her out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't imagine how this girl flirted and desperately wanted to see, not that Evangeline had to try hard, next to this fake blonde bimbo she would look like a goddess.

[* Blaise]

Blaise was not going to do it the New York way. Flirting here was basically walking up to a guy and shoving your tongue down their throat. Evangeline despised that. It was a disgusting and rude way to come onto a man even if it worked the majority of the time. No, Angel was going to do it the Colorado way. Make them jealous. Make them want you. Make them come to you . Eva walked toward the guy with the blonde hair. "Hiya stranger," she said coyly, fluttering her lashes at him. "Who're you?" The boy's cheeks flared up a bit at the attention from such a pretty girl.

"Rob--and you beautiful?" He shook his hair and fixed his shirt, pulling up straighter. She could smell the alcohol on his breath and immediately stepped back a foot. She definitely did not want his to get too attached.

"Evangeline. Pleasure to meet you. Listen, would you like to dance with me? I'm getting a little bit-- cooped up..." At this she swung her hair over her shoulder and stuck out her hip. She knew by heart the curve it created on her side, making her look like a silhouette from a Greek vase. His eyebrows raised and he immediately took her by the hand and started grinding with her. His hand creeped under her shirt and a warning light went off in her head. The plan was going perfectly. He would be too drunk to remember her. Evangeline threw his hand off of her and whispered fiercely in his ear, "I said dance, not have sex on the floor."

Blaise stumbled back-wards and accidentally bumped into her man of choice. She looked at him with helpless eyes that were begging for help. Hazel. His eyes were hazel and she was entranced. "Is there something wrong here?" His voice was deep and smooth, rich like coffee.

Rob said, "No" the exact moment that Eva said,"Yes!" Waiting till she was sure Rob was done talking Angel decided to speak, "I was just trying to dance with Rob here when he decided to cop a feel. Not very polite to a stranger. I'm not nearly drunk enough to have that happen." The boy nodded understandingly and said, "Wanna come with me and leave loser behind?" Evangeline smiled laughingly and said, "I'd love to." The man held out his hand and she took it gratefully. The Colorado way never fails .

[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna watched Evangeline walk up to a different boy and laughed, if a boy was already drooling over you, you didn’t need to make him jealous. What a silly girl. Vienna thought, Ahh, that doesn’t seem to be going the way she wanted. Vienna’s lips pulled up in a little grimace, but she still didn’t see real danger in the situation, she wasn’t going to step in. Eva took a step away from the boy; couldn’t she see from a mile away how intoxicated he was? Why would her nerves just be kicking in now? She listened and watched carefully, still giving her partner the right amount of attention, interested, but not too obsessed or anything creepy like that. If anything Vienna was playing hard to get more, even now dancing with him, challenging him to get her to be interested in more.

She hissed under her breath, he was trying to put his hand up her shirt. If Blaise didn’t move away from him now, Vee would move him for her. Her eyes were like a hawk’s on her, and she let out a sigh of relief when Blaise muttered at him to get off, and she bumped into her boy of choice. The other backed off, he was too drunk to care, and he could find some little slut to dance with. So her plan didn’t go right, but she still got the guy she wanted, she giggled at the cocky look on her new friend’s face and moved closer.

“Way to go.” Vienna whispered to her friend as she moved closer to her again. She grinned wickedly and spun with her partner. She was next to Blaise, facing the same way, with her boy next to Evangeline’s. It seemed to be turning out to a fine evening, one where she would want to stay out till the bartender calls last drink and kicks everyone out. She had a light smile on her face, a blush peeking up on her cheeks, and a lovely glow about her. Vienna was ecstatic, a new friend, a fun one, and human too! She couldn’t have asked more from this night than how it was at this moment.
(Sorry it took so long!)