Paisley was smart. She weaseled herself out of a possible, pointless conversation with a man
@Billsomething who'd do nothing but stare at her chest, excused herself from the man (Arlen
@Dark Light) who would much rather kill her kind than treat them proper... She ascended the stairs not long after
@CandiBarr Lilith made her own way up with the pot-producing man. It was going to be a quiet night. And perhaps...
perhaps Sophia's account would not suffer much in the next two days.
And with her second glass of wine emptied, belly warm for a few moments more she began her climb, long fur coat donned once more, suitcase bumping and sinking against her long, bright red dress. She'd take a room if she had to. Of course, the vampire would pay later. The sun would undoubtedly rise soon and she would not be caught in its rays.
The daylight harmed her extensively but would never take her life. She'd parked herself six feet under once, recovering, feeling her skin flake, heal and become fair and freckled again... and again. It was a lesson learned, being
very old.
She turned, gave a small curl of fingers goodnight and disappeared into seclusion.
Or into the company of someone else, if they wished it to be so... (Follow or meet! I'm open to either.)