@Sashi
Nighte had left Evol's home; with his blessing to explore the darkness of the sun's rest. Her small form was dressed — very much like a porcelain doll. Evol had given her the outfit to don, and she had not the chance to change. He had not fed her — stating that she had acted out and would have to find her own food.
And so, Nighte's steps carried her to one of the nightclubs she often frequented when Evol was being rather harsh to her. She flashed the bouncer at the door a wide smile — as she had no proper identification; Evol had not yet allowed her to get an ID, or learn to drive. Her nose scrunched as she slipped by the bouncer and into the club, giggling softly at a man who paid her attention.
Oh yes, she was well-known. Nighte twirled, grinning toward the man, claiming the small pill from him. She's slipped the pill beneath her tongue and was on her way before the man could look twice. She disappeared into the grinding bodies, until she gradually came upon a group — who were all so-familiar, though not in their persons, but rather by the activity at hand.
Needles lay on the table — lines of dust littered the table as well. Nighte simply stepped up between two people — who were busy with a pair of needles, and leaned down to snort a line; her lips parting in a rather... euphoric grin as she left the table behind her, reentering the crowded sea of bodies.
Her head tilted to one side, just slightly, as she tossed one foot in front of the other. She appeared to be... almost lost. Evol never checked his feeders for drugs — and those who were heavy users, often had gotten Nighte high (as Nighte was fed their blood as well as their meat). The cannibalistic female had soon grown attached to the feeling of euphoria, and had to depend on Evol up until the point the man had allowed her to 'hunt' on her own.
Soon enough she had slipped another pill from another stranger under her tongue — though this one turned out to be a sedative — perhaps it was something more; Nighte could not figure out why her mind went from fairly clear and active to sluggish and... well, sedated. She stumbled from the crowd, only to slam against the nearest wall, spilling the alcoholic beverage she had snagged from someone in the crowd, all over her dress.
Her eyes fluttered — she fought to stay awake; to stay conscious. She was inwardly cursing herself. She had allowed herself to be one of those girls. Evol would not be pleased if she was harmed, especially if she was harmed because she was being an idiot. Soon she had began to slide down the wall and to the floor, groaning softly to herself as she tried to continue walking — only to get nowhere but the floor beneath her feet.
Nighte had left Evol's home; with his blessing to explore the darkness of the sun's rest. Her small form was dressed — very much like a porcelain doll. Evol had given her the outfit to don, and she had not the chance to change. He had not fed her — stating that she had acted out and would have to find her own food.
And so, Nighte's steps carried her to one of the nightclubs she often frequented when Evol was being rather harsh to her. She flashed the bouncer at the door a wide smile — as she had no proper identification; Evol had not yet allowed her to get an ID, or learn to drive. Her nose scrunched as she slipped by the bouncer and into the club, giggling softly at a man who paid her attention.
Oh yes, she was well-known. Nighte twirled, grinning toward the man, claiming the small pill from him. She's slipped the pill beneath her tongue and was on her way before the man could look twice. She disappeared into the grinding bodies, until she gradually came upon a group — who were all so-familiar, though not in their persons, but rather by the activity at hand.
Needles lay on the table — lines of dust littered the table as well. Nighte simply stepped up between two people — who were busy with a pair of needles, and leaned down to snort a line; her lips parting in a rather... euphoric grin as she left the table behind her, reentering the crowded sea of bodies.
Her head tilted to one side, just slightly, as she tossed one foot in front of the other. She appeared to be... almost lost. Evol never checked his feeders for drugs — and those who were heavy users, often had gotten Nighte high (as Nighte was fed their blood as well as their meat). The cannibalistic female had soon grown attached to the feeling of euphoria, and had to depend on Evol up until the point the man had allowed her to 'hunt' on her own.
Soon enough she had slipped another pill from another stranger under her tongue — though this one turned out to be a sedative — perhaps it was something more; Nighte could not figure out why her mind went from fairly clear and active to sluggish and... well, sedated. She stumbled from the crowd, only to slam against the nearest wall, spilling the alcoholic beverage she had snagged from someone in the crowd, all over her dress.
Her eyes fluttered — she fought to stay awake; to stay conscious. She was inwardly cursing herself. She had allowed herself to be one of those girls. Evol would not be pleased if she was harmed, especially if she was harmed because she was being an idiot. Soon she had began to slide down the wall and to the floor, groaning softly to herself as she tried to continue walking — only to get nowhere but the floor beneath her feet.
