( And perched up in her seat nearby at the bar is a somewhat tall girl with a petite frame, pink hair, and unnervingly green eyes, donning a frilly pink dress and bows adorning her hair.
As she nurses her drink-- a midori sour (holy shit, the neon green,) she peers at the quite enormous man beside her, downing a shot of vodka as though it's nothing. True, alcohol could never really affect her in the same way now that she's a vampire, but even so, she always compared the taste of the Russian drink to rubbing alcohol. )
You've really got nothing to prove, y'know. ( Says a rather posh British accent. ) The taste would make me nearly gag.
( Which is why she picked one of the sweetest drinks in this joint, naturally. )
Exploring the city!
As she nurses her drink-- a midori sour (holy shit, the neon green,) she peers at the quite enormous man beside her, downing a shot of vodka as though it's nothing. True, alcohol could never really affect her in the same way now that she's a vampire, but even so, she always compared the taste of the Russian drink to rubbing alcohol. )
You've really got nothing to prove, y'know. ( Says a rather posh British accent. ) The taste would make me nearly gag.
( Which is why she picked one of the sweetest drinks in this joint, naturally. )