We Shouldn't Be Here, But...

The Sun disappeared as the night sky engulfed the island. Stars sparkled above the bright lights of the strip. The party was just beginning. Crowds of people moved from place to place all in the hopes of a thrill. The various clubs opened their doors, and the hotels prepared for drunken love affairs. Among all of these adults was a teenager masquerading as a wild college-aged woman. No one would guess otherwise with her elaborate burgundy mini-dress, her cropped black jacket, and knee high boots showing off her long legs. Her pink thighs exposed to the cold. Still snow remained on the ground, but finally it was not further accumulating. No need to hide inside.

Her silver headband sparkled along with her burgundy and silver drop earrings. Perhaps tonight she would have another fresh catch. She would be content with just having fun too; a few cocktails and some dancing never hurt anybody. Aisha flipped open her compact; her makeup was on point. She clicked it close. Now what club would she go to tonight? She could afford the high-end places, but the hole-in-the-walls could make for rowdy fun. It probably would've been an easier choice if she had someone to go with....

@Zora

One of the popular college student hangouts was taking forever to let people in. She noticed the crowd beginning to pile up. Being rather familiar with her upperclassmen, she winked and waved at a good chunk of the people. With a confident strut, she skipped to the front of the line. Aisha leaned to the side with her hand on her hip. Her sparkling grin paired with a disturbingly sharp glare.

"So how about you do your job and stop standing there like a plank of wood?"

She tossed a wad of bills at the bouncer's face. Blinking, the shades-wearing golem looked at the money then looked at the merperson tossing it at him. His next move was to shrug and let the pretty fish lady in. The queen stepped forward with exaggerated hip sway. Her gaze briefly switched back to the crowd; it fell upon Bel.

"What are you waiting for? It's party time!"

Though technically a statement meant for everyone, the gaze gave off the odd sense of heightened attention on the heartbroken goddess. A light snicker escaped Aisha's lips as she turned away, entering the club with such confidence despite not being legal.

@Zora

Aisha was making small talk with the patrons when she heard a new voice. She turned her head to see the crimson-lipped woman from before. Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if further examining her.

"You just need the right words! Though a few bills doesn't hurt either~"

A giggle escaped her as her gaze shifted over to the bar behind her.

"I guess since you introduced yourself, I should do the same. My name is Aisha, and I'm a rather popular guest. So I'll cut to the chase: what do you want?"

Despite the potentially biting question, there was a certain playfulness to it. If it was flirting, manipulation, or simply goofing was unclear. Her cocky smile didn't give much away either. Internally, she measured the girl's worth to her and tested her for any vulnerabilities.

@Zora

No stumbling on her words, no awkward jokes, and nothing that'd irritate her right away. Seemed to have an actual spine. Aisha saw no harm in hanging out with her. Her grin widen.

"Sure, let's drink!"

She winked and lightly hip-bumped the girl before sitting down on one of the bar stools. She twirled around to face the bartender and wall of bottles. Her fingers tapped rhythmically to the song playing in the club. Without looking, she posed a simple question to the goddess reincarnate.

"What kind of drink you fancy?"

Her eyes darted about, looking for any handsome potential mates. For now, that was a no. Eh, there was still plenty of time! Or maybe....no, she wasn't into females sexually. ...usually. Maybe if she had a fun personality with that pretty face. Assuming she'd want anything like that anyway. For now, there was no manipulation; the mermaid swam along with the vibes.

@Zora

Aisha found herself bored with the usual choices. She tapped her nails against the counter as she tried picking. With Bel's response, her gaze switched over to the specials. A sharp-toothed grin re-emerged.

"III want a Hemoglobin!"

She exclaimed. She had a taste for blood at the moment. Though she was not a vampire, the taste of people pleased her. She could happily consume their flesh and blood with ease. Now if only their appetizers included human flesh or perhaps fae meat. Meat was meat, so who was she to be picky?

"What will you have, hm?~"

@Zora