@"ReD"
Cabel.. Cabel, Cabel, Cabel. If she were a dealer where would she find one? Azeria allowed herself a moment of musing before she paused and stopped. Her head turned towards a small seedy bar. With a quirk of a brow and a smile upon her face she knew that she had her mark. A seedy dive shit hole like this one is just the place where she wanted to go. Plus, given that it was the dead of the night it was well... Perfect
With each step that she took the sound of gravel crunching under her boots was heard. This was one of the few times that she wanted her wings covered, thankfully there was just a light enough rain that it was excusable for them to be out as such. The moment that Azeria entered the bar she looked around most curiously.
The rain had made her silver-grey hair plaster down to her face and what she wore was a bit more low cut than was advisable for a woman of her status and work conditions. But it did not change the hunger in her eyes. Food? No. Sex? No. A fix? You guessed it. Hunger ate at Azeria from within harder than anything else she had ever know. Hunger that screamed like a fierce storm over the ache that was her loss. Yes. The look of an addict. The look of someone dying to escape.
Eyes much like a hawk she scanned the room for a character that jumped out at her while sashaying up to the bar. 'Be here Cabel.'
Cabel.. Cabel, Cabel, Cabel. If she were a dealer where would she find one? Azeria allowed herself a moment of musing before she paused and stopped. Her head turned towards a small seedy bar. With a quirk of a brow and a smile upon her face she knew that she had her mark. A seedy dive shit hole like this one is just the place where she wanted to go. Plus, given that it was the dead of the night it was well... Perfect
With each step that she took the sound of gravel crunching under her boots was heard. This was one of the few times that she wanted her wings covered, thankfully there was just a light enough rain that it was excusable for them to be out as such. The moment that Azeria entered the bar she looked around most curiously.
The rain had made her silver-grey hair plaster down to her face and what she wore was a bit more low cut than was advisable for a woman of her status and work conditions. But it did not change the hunger in her eyes. Food? No. Sex? No. A fix? You guessed it. Hunger ate at Azeria from within harder than anything else she had ever know. Hunger that screamed like a fierce storm over the ache that was her loss. Yes. The look of an addict. The look of someone dying to escape.
Eyes much like a hawk she scanned the room for a character that jumped out at her while sashaying up to the bar. 'Be here Cabel.'