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Although she was by no means a meek woman, the Lessard female held herself a tad bit straighter now and when her eyes slid open, there was a twisted frown on her lips. Immediately a hand rose to her eyes before thinking better of it, grimacing only further.
Now she slid uncomfortably close to Sanina, at least for Kaitlynn normally. “Dear sister,” she cooed softly, fangs sliding out from her slightly parted mouth. “They're all like us in here or not... fit for consumption. How very boring.”
Really, she actually sounded amused, rather enjoying herself. Oh, she did enjoy play time.
Then, her head tilted to the side at Parson's words, lips spreading into a thin smile. “Mean? Oh dear, you really don't understand anything do you boy?” she replied softly, eyes falling on Jezebell. “Don't drop your sister now. She's my favourite of Sa-sa's children.”
Andrea Lessard
Psuedo-alter ego of Kaitlynn Lessard. In actuality, is a malevolent spirit who is leeching off her negative emotions, phobia of blood and vampirism.
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Imehal
Last seen at: The Lessard Family Manor
Groups
The Orsa of Terminus wish to claim twelve artifacts to release their imprisoned lord, known only as The Sealed One. The Patronus Guardians seek to keep these artifacts from the Sealed One and his generals.
An up and coming family that seeks to spread its influence. As individuals they have their own goals and desires for the family and Wing City, but as a group, power is the name of the game.
Description
Image sourced from Gelbooru. Not mine. Never mine.
Name: Andrea Lessard.
Alias: None that she gives herself, but certain 'friends' seem fond of endearments towards her.
Title(s): N/A.
Age: Twenty-two.
Gender: Female.
Race: Human.
Species: Vampire.
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 9st.
Eyes: Andrea, unlike her alter-ego, does not need to wear contacts unless she is suffering the effects of quite a time going by without feeding. As such, her eyes are naturally coloured a hazel brown and she much prefers them that way.
Hair: Yellowy-blonde, which only serves to make her natural skin seem paler than it is.
Physique: Slim and weak-looking though her natural strength is more considerable than her body should allow following her turning.
Skin Colour: Extraordinarily pale, which has only gotten worse since two months ago. Of course, unlike Kaitlynn, Andrea knows and embraces her aversion to sunlight in lieu of the greater gifts that undeath grants.
Memorable Features: Her eyes are almost unnaturally large, focusing like an owl’s might upon its prey when something grabs her attention solidly. Otherwise, Andrea transforms Kaitlynn’s otherwise soft features with a firm, omni-present frown on her lips. Why it is there is anyone’s guess.
Attire:
No matter what personality is on the surface, the slightly less dead Lessard sister tends towards the same forms of dress sense, Andrea doing so to keep up the ruse that she is her oblivious counter-part. At all times, she wears a long navy and rather worn crushed velvet coat and her low heeled navy blue ankle boots.
Accessories and other clothes usually revolve around these two specific items but Kaitlynn is not a terribly fashionable person and therefore, there are occasions where she wears some quite odd arrangements.
As far as jewellery goes, neither personality deigns to wear much of it, except for a thin circle of silver hung on a thick silver chain quite tight around her neck, almost like a choker. Hanging down in the middle of this delicate circular object is a dewdrop gemstone coloured pale blue. Its significance is not immediately obvious.
Equipment:
A collection of crystals used to channel and protect whilst performing seances or when particularly powerful spirits decide to be unexpectedly troublesome.
Her mobile phone, which she's becoming increasingly more irritated with.
Keys to her apartment.
A small number of business cards advertising her services as a medium.
A rather large, but pretty amber encased dragonfly imitation that masquerades as an ornament for her keys.
Abilities, Magic and Talents:
Kaitlynn possesses two abilities worth noting; one natural and the other learnt. The latter is easier to explain and understand and that is her love for insects and therefore, her developed knack for biology that aided her in securing a career examining her beloved creatures post University.
It also gave her a wonderful excuse to depart from her, in Kaitlynn's eyes, deranged family as well as push into the background her other, more naturally acquired talent and that is her capabilities as a medium.
These powers manifested at a young age and in the beginning, she had nurtured them alongside her mother. Simply put, she can see the spirits of the deceased alongside the physical forms of the living, the only difference being a light beaming out of the spirits' chests. It didn't blind her; just marked them as being separated from their mortal form.
Kaitlynn, over time, has learnt how to suppress and dismiss more powerful and troublesome spirits via simple incantations and crystals aiding her natural abilities. It used to be more of a hobby, taking on and ridding innocents of small, troublesome spirits or helping troubled spirits on their way via seances but now, since being fired from her last job, she's now using it to pay the bills.
Also, it is worth noting that Andrea, being a malevolent spirit and therefore not actually part of Kaitlynn, cannot use these abilities.
Flaws:
It's ironic but this particular vampire has a crippling phobia of blood. This is not a recent change but something that the young woman has possessed all her life since childhood, developed during a particular incident that she has quite firmly blocked out from her memory. Before her Turning, this merely resulted in violent bouts of shaking and sickness. It has resulted in hospitalisation once and that was when Kaitlynn mistakenly walked in on one of her father's necromantic rituals. She never, ever did that again, purposely avoiding both father and sibling when they were practising the dark arts.
However, since her Turning, her phobia of blood results in blackouts, sometimes for days on end, only for Kaitlynn to regain consciousness often covered in blood, shaking and feeling very cold. She can never recall how she got there and always checks the date and time first, bewildered and very afraid. These are the times when 'Andrea' – her rather alarmingly alter ego – takes control.
As a medium, Kaitlynn always has to be careful of her ability to be manipulated by the spirits that she can innately commune with. It was during her Turning that she found herself completely unable to defend herself and crucially unaware of a malevolent spirit who took advantage of the prime situation to give itself an almost constant supply of negative energy to feed its hunger.
The resulting effects were quite dizzying; the majority of Kaitlynn's vampirism was absorbed by the spirit, as well as the trauma of the entire episode, making it solidly locked away within her mind. Instead of lying dormant, it was seized upon by her unwanted spiritual passenger, who managed to use it to attach herself permanently to the medium, adopting all the traits of vampirism and the darkness of the spirit itself to create a second personality; Andrea.
So, not only is Kaitlynn blissfully unaware of her status as a newly turned vampire, she is also worryingly unaware that there is a spirit attached to her, using her negativity as fuel to survive.
Occupation:
Medium For Hire.
Biography:
In Progress.
Andrea Lessard's Story
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“Good,” the vampire nodded towards her nephew, seemingly much more cheerful, though her smile was thin as she turned back towards Sanina to find her gone, muttering something about... other vampires?
Oh really.
Intrigued, she followed but decided not to speak. In all honesty, she couldn't care less that there were other vampires around, cream-coloured eyes falling on James briefly. “Oh come now Sa-sa; do we really need to... honestly, there's a big enough city for all of us.”
Her tone was light, obviously not sharing her sister's threats.
Oh really.
Intrigued, she followed but decided not to speak. In all honesty, she couldn't care less that there were other vampires around, cream-coloured eyes falling on James briefly. “Oh come now Sa-sa; do we really need to... honestly, there's a big enough city for all of us.”
Her tone was light, obviously not sharing her sister's threats.
Andrea Lessard looked across at James with slight recognition; a respect that probably would have set him a fair bit below her father in estimations of power but still, she nodded at his words before brightening at Natasha's.
“See, you're getting bored here and these two men us no trouble. They're just trying to 'live', same as us,” she suggested towards her sister, cold hand reaching out to touch Sanina's arm. “Come on; I'm sure we can find a few well mannered but skittish gentlemen out there? What do you say?”
They both gravitated away from the other two vampires, Andrea pleased to no end by this. Honestly, her sister and father were so bizarre. Necromancy, it must have addled with their brains, she realised with a soft sigh.
“See, you're getting bored here and these two men us no trouble. They're just trying to 'live', same as us,” she suggested towards her sister, cold hand reaching out to touch Sanina's arm. “Come on; I'm sure we can find a few well mannered but skittish gentlemen out there? What do you say?”
They both gravitated away from the other two vampires, Andrea pleased to no end by this. Honestly, her sister and father were so bizarre. Necromancy, it must have addled with their brains, she realised with a soft sigh.
Andrea Lessard decided not to reply to that, particularly as her sister had decided to resume her eerie melodies which thankfully, did not bother her either. It would have been a dreadful pain if they had. At the call for the boy to come with them, her features flickered with hunger. He was one of the few warm-blooded creatures in the room and his blood sang to her blood-lust, but... perhaps not with her sister around.
After all, when it was already done, Sanina wouldn't mind, surely?
“There's a man – frightfully skittish – that hides behind a display of power to belittle me at work. I know his favourite haunt – shall we?” she suggested, knowing that such pitiful creatures usually crowded together, for ego-boosting.
The temperature in the room dropped but it was the unholy magic taint that caught her attention, glancing across at James most curiously before heading for the door with a nod as Parson reached them. How delightful.
After all, when it was already done, Sanina wouldn't mind, surely?
“There's a man – frightfully skittish – that hides behind a display of power to belittle me at work. I know his favourite haunt – shall we?” she suggested, knowing that such pitiful creatures usually crowded together, for ego-boosting.
The temperature in the room dropped but it was the unholy magic taint that caught her attention, glancing across at James most curiously before heading for the door with a nod as Parson reached them. How delightful.
With no fanfare, a young woman descended down the staircase with confident, proud steps but there was no arrogance in her eyes. Only watchfulness that did not suit the playful smile dancing across thin lips, surveying the crowds happily. Ooh, today was much better than last time, she giggled happily before almost stalking towards a free booth.
It would take some time for her to sort through them all and pick a target but she would find one. Oh yes. It had been far far too long since she had surfaced and Kaitlynn was growing weak because of it. In part, the young woman blamed that wretched stalker – what was his name, Usui, as it meant she couldn't come out without giving herself away.
Acting like the pathetic 'human' at work was more than enough, without needing to do it around warm bloods as well. She'd have to get rid of him somehow. But for now, to feed.
It would take some time for her to sort through them all and pick a target but she would find one. Oh yes. It had been far far too long since she had surfaced and Kaitlynn was growing weak because of it. In part, the young woman blamed that wretched stalker – what was his name, Usui, as it meant she couldn't come out without giving herself away.
Acting like the pathetic 'human' at work was more than enough, without needing to do it around warm bloods as well. She'd have to get rid of him somehow. But for now, to feed.
It was with an air of self-confidence and righteousness that Andrea swanned into the bar, passing by the subject of Sanina's interest – Jules with little more than a curious glance. He stank of similar atrocities to her sister. Whyever did they seek to play with the dead when the living were so much more entertaining!
Still, each to their own, she supposed, sniffing as she glanced up, spying said sister and smiling in satisfaction. It had been a while since she had engaged in conversation with the other Lessard, taking her time in sauntering over to her.
“Sister dear,” she started, not even crinkling her nose at the normally overpowering stench of undeath coming from Sanina and her wolves. “We need to go hunting and torturing the minds of mortals only amuses me for so long.”
Simply put, Andrea was extremely bored. At least, until Usui showed up again. Then she could screw with Kaitlynn some more.
Still, each to their own, she supposed, sniffing as she glanced up, spying said sister and smiling in satisfaction. It had been a while since she had engaged in conversation with the other Lessard, taking her time in sauntering over to her.
“Sister dear,” she started, not even crinkling her nose at the normally overpowering stench of undeath coming from Sanina and her wolves. “We need to go hunting and torturing the minds of mortals only amuses me for so long.”
Simply put, Andrea was extremely bored. At least, until Usui showed up again. Then she could screw with Kaitlynn some more.
Why did her sister insist on devoting herself to not only a dead child, but to those of the world that Andrea considered most inferior to them. They were individuals; not connected to a proud and powerful – if new – vampiric bloodline. The family would endure; those single failures would pass like feathers on a stream. Always forgotten.
“I do indeed, Sa-sa,” she crooned towards her sister, seating herself at the bar most carefully, resting an icy hand over her sister's arm. “Lycans? Those... animals?” Andrea hissed, clearly also equally offended, looking around in disgust. “Why do you dwell here if this place still offends you so, dearest sister?”
“I do indeed, Sa-sa,” she crooned towards her sister, seating herself at the bar most carefully, resting an icy hand over her sister's arm. “Lycans? Those... animals?” Andrea hissed, clearly also equally offended, looking around in disgust. “Why do you dwell here if this place still offends you so, dearest sister?”
Ah, lucidity in her sister. How droll. It did amuse Andrea at times that she had to actually think like Kaitlynn in order to keep up the ruse, but she had had many, many years of practise. “Quite right,” she replied non-committedly, pleased that others made such a fuss so that sidling up and getting to know a random stranger was simply... child's pla...
A squeal of delight diverted her attention momentarily, turning towards the staircase to see... Parson. Oh, simply delightful.
“What? Oh, I'm here to hunt... but look, here comes your delightful son,” she said with a sardonic grin, fangs just visible. This would be frightfully easy.
A squeal of delight diverted her attention momentarily, turning towards the staircase to see... Parson. Oh, simply delightful.
“What? Oh, I'm here to hunt... but look, here comes your delightful son,” she said with a sardonic grin, fangs just visible. This would be frightfully easy.
Look relieved but don't smile, Andrea's thoughts scooted along, reminding herself constantly that she wasn't herself in this moment. Hold the pretence, trick the fool... “Thanks,” she murmured softly, frowning as if at her own weakness, bringing a hand up to the side of her gingerly. “I can't imagine knocking myself out would have helped matters.”
Her other hand came up to touch along one of Usui's forearms, her grip icy cold against his warm blooded skin. It took a moment for Andrea to shield the wild expression in her eyes, covering it with dizziness as she secured a hold. “Prop me up against the wall, if you wouldn't mind. I'll seal the door in the moment.”
Her other hand came up to touch along one of Usui's forearms, her grip icy cold against his warm blooded skin. It took a moment for Andrea to shield the wild expression in her eyes, covering it with dizziness as she secured a hold. “Prop me up against the wall, if you wouldn't mind. I'll seal the door in the moment.”
Unfortunately for Usui, the young woman had very much changed in their situation but nonetheless, Andrea fought to keep up the ruse, tilting her head to the side in a very-Kaitlynn manner, seeming thoroughly annoyed.
“You know, what you do one day if I actually agreed to one of your insane suggestions?” she huffed out, hand sliding from his arm to point at him accusingly, the other one reaching forward in a bid to touch at his shoulder. “I mean, really Usui, what would you do?”
So close, her eyelids fluttered for a moment, feeling blood rush under her fingertips. Slowly, lips parted but Andrea managed to reign that urge in.
“You know, what you do one day if I actually agreed to one of your insane suggestions?” she huffed out, hand sliding from his arm to point at him accusingly, the other one reaching forward in a bid to touch at his shoulder. “I mean, really Usui, what would you do?”
So close, her eyelids fluttered for a moment, feeling blood rush under her fingertips. Slowly, lips parted but Andrea managed to reign that urge in.
Andrea Lessard couldn't help a chuckle at that particular statement and it was definitely an amused one. “Ah but Usui... there is a serious flaw in your ever so tempting suggestion,” she drawled softly, settling her hand against his back. Then with a sharp jerk, she attempted to pull him closer, lips parting to press against the skin at the nape of his neck teasingly.
There was a sigh of contentment as she felt the rush of blood, under her icy lips, shuddering with the effort it took not to simply sink her fangs into him and be done with it.
There was a sigh of contentment as she felt the rush of blood, under her icy lips, shuddering with the effort it took not to simply sink her fangs into him and be done with it.
Andrea Lessard had the audacity to pout at his glare, shifting herself against the wall so she was more upright, eyeing the static with the caution it rightly deserved. “That did take you long enough, idiot. I could have sucked your energy right from you and you'd have barely noticed until I'd done it,” she mocked in Kaitlynn's sharp, crisp voice.
Though... “You like her; how disgusting. Even though you knew it would be totally out of character for her to do that, you let me anyway. Find another girl kid; this one is taken.”
Though... “You like her; how disgusting. Even though you knew it would be totally out of character for her to do that, you let me anyway. Find another girl kid; this one is taken.”
In an awfully Kaitlynn way, Andrea stared piercingly at Usui at that, stunned into silence for a moment before spluttering into laughter, moving to stand slowly, waving a hand dismissively. “That's none of your business, I'm afraid,” she replied smoothly, trying to step away from the wall subtly.
“Kaitlynn is mine. I'll not share her with you or anyone,” she snipped decisively, a hand clasping to the door frame as it twitched. Odd.
“Kaitlynn is mine. I'll not share her with you or anyone,” she snipped decisively, a hand clasping to the door frame as it twitched. Odd.
Andrea Lessard scoffed, gesturing towards Usui abruptly. “Great? Beautiful? Kaitlynn is weak, pitiful and quite frankly, you could do much better.” It was clear she wasn't flattering him; more telling him to get lost, chuckling darkly at his question.
“Oh, foul things indeed. Darker than you could imagine,” she answered in a low voice, a hand coming up to rub at the back of her neck, sighing at the stress relieved by the action.
“You want to fight?” A non-committal shrug. “Fine, if you must but taking her from me is just not that simple.”
“Oh, foul things indeed. Darker than you could imagine,” she answered in a low voice, a hand coming up to rub at the back of her neck, sighing at the stress relieved by the action.
“You want to fight?” A non-committal shrug. “Fine, if you must but taking her from me is just not that simple.”
It had been a rather unproductive evening so far, no matter what way Andrea chose to look at it. Despite numerous energetic and stealthy efforts, she had not managed to feed within the last week or so, and the effects were beginning to take their toll on both spirit and host. Kaitlynn had been unusually unwell these past few days, and only because the spirit had access to the oblivious girl’s vampiric abilities was she able to make this last ditch attempt. Her host body was more than aware that something was not right, between the blackouts and panic attacks, but as yet no one had been helpful enough (or indeed had lived) to tell the spirit medium the core of the problems her life endured.
No matter how pleased this made Andrea, thoughts and emotions were not going to sustain them much longer and thus, looked around the bar for prospective targets. Subtlety be damned for once she had fed, for all but the most intelligent and powerful enemies would pose a lethal threat.
There were a few stragglers that looked like they would be easy prey, even weakened as she was but she had her pride and before Andrea even considered trying to feed, she made her way to the counter to order a glass of red wine, predatory gaze sweeping the bar without any attempt to hide her prospective intent.
No matter how pleased this made Andrea, thoughts and emotions were not going to sustain them much longer and thus, looked around the bar for prospective targets. Subtlety be damned for once she had fed, for all but the most intelligent and powerful enemies would pose a lethal threat.
There were a few stragglers that looked like they would be easy prey, even weakened as she was but she had her pride and before Andrea even considered trying to feed, she made her way to the counter to order a glass of red wine, predatory gaze sweeping the bar without any attempt to hide her prospective intent.
The other woman played her game well and not long after her drink had come (and been paid for with some loose change), Andrea let her eyes fall on the appalling dressed – at least for the season – female sitting in the corner of the room. Pretty, she assessed with a brief smile, not going to be easily missed.
Of course, that left the young… thing that had just stormed into the bar like it was her own personal bedroom after a fight with mum, the gentleman who had just addressed her and a few drunken revellers nestled away in the darker corners.
That made the decision then. Andrea slid downwards off her stool and approached a man not twenty feet away, who was nursing what she imagined was another in a long line of self-medication. “Hey, you look lonely. Mind if I join you?” The smile on her pretty, if ethereal, features was genuine, but the pallor of her skin and strain in her expression suggested someone who had seen better days.
Of course, that left the young… thing that had just stormed into the bar like it was her own personal bedroom after a fight with mum, the gentleman who had just addressed her and a few drunken revellers nestled away in the darker corners.
That made the decision then. Andrea slid downwards off her stool and approached a man not twenty feet away, who was nursing what she imagined was another in a long line of self-medication. “Hey, you look lonely. Mind if I join you?” The smile on her pretty, if ethereal, features was genuine, but the pallor of her skin and strain in her expression suggested someone who had seen better days.
Andrea, who quirked an eyebrow in amusement at the gesture directed her way by Michael, slid down beside the gentleman who had accepted her company and despite internal grouching at the small talk required to get any man to come ‘home’ with you. She knew all the right movements – touching on the arm, leaning in close as if to appear interested in whatever the gentleman was saying, and all the right words to use to get the man’s trust and friendship, no matter how short-lived their association was going to be.
This particular victim-to-be had had a falling out with his missus and was drinking himself into a stupor to be able to face going home and just taking the crap that she was going to throw at him, so it could be over and done with. The way he spoke had the vampire just wanting to bite him outright and damn the consequences. No human had the right to be that arrogant when they were wrong unless they had the resources to deal with anyone who said otherwise. And this man did not. I think, she thought cheerfully smiling at her thoughts but making it seem like it was at his poor, crude joke, I couldn’t have picked a better man to kill.
His wife was probably better off with him dead anyway.
This particular victim-to-be had had a falling out with his missus and was drinking himself into a stupor to be able to face going home and just taking the crap that she was going to throw at him, so it could be over and done with. The way he spoke had the vampire just wanting to bite him outright and damn the consequences. No human had the right to be that arrogant when they were wrong unless they had the resources to deal with anyone who said otherwise. And this man did not. I think, she thought cheerfully smiling at her thoughts but making it seem like it was at his poor, crude joke, I couldn’t have picked a better man to kill.
His wife was probably better off with him dead anyway.
“Come on,” Andrea suggested, rising to her feet from the table and extending a hand to Mark Enfield, “let me drive you home so you can start this out with your wife before I’ve had too much to drink and can’t.”
“I… alright. ‘suppose I hav’ ta face it sooner or later, don’t I?”
Yes you do. Andrea looked supportive and encouraging right up until the moment the gentleman’s phone rang. The expression of dread on his face told her that it was the wife and short of snatching his mobile from him and ruining all her planning, well… she was screwed.
And the Gods seemed fit to make her sit through the entire escapade, standing there for a good minute whilst the man stumblingly tried to inform his wife that he was at Gambit’s. Looking rueful and rather sorry for himself, he eventually lowered the phone from his ear and peered at Andrea, surprised she was still standing there. Frankly, so was she.
“Wife’s comin’ ta get me. Can’t say I’m lookin’ forward to it but it’ll get it all said and done with. Thanks for listenin’…”
Andrea, patience and strength wearing so thin that she was tempted to just blow her cover entirely, sighed deprecatingly and nodded. “Kaitlynn, and I hope everything goes well with your wife.”
He made his way towards the door in a stumbling gait, which left the vampire victimless and running out of capacity to be sweet, fast. Lifting her glass of red wine she drifted back to the bar, looking like she’d just eaten a sour sweet. “Fuck’s sake…” she muttered, dragging herself back into a stool and looking sidelong at Michael. Being secretive blows.
“I… alright. ‘suppose I hav’ ta face it sooner or later, don’t I?”
Yes you do. Andrea looked supportive and encouraging right up until the moment the gentleman’s phone rang. The expression of dread on his face told her that it was the wife and short of snatching his mobile from him and ruining all her planning, well… she was screwed.
And the Gods seemed fit to make her sit through the entire escapade, standing there for a good minute whilst the man stumblingly tried to inform his wife that he was at Gambit’s. Looking rueful and rather sorry for himself, he eventually lowered the phone from his ear and peered at Andrea, surprised she was still standing there. Frankly, so was she.
“Wife’s comin’ ta get me. Can’t say I’m lookin’ forward to it but it’ll get it all said and done with. Thanks for listenin’…”
Andrea, patience and strength wearing so thin that she was tempted to just blow her cover entirely, sighed deprecatingly and nodded. “Kaitlynn, and I hope everything goes well with your wife.”
He made his way towards the door in a stumbling gait, which left the vampire victimless and running out of capacity to be sweet, fast. Lifting her glass of red wine she drifted back to the bar, looking like she’d just eaten a sour sweet. “Fuck’s sake…” she muttered, dragging herself back into a stool and looking sidelong at Michael. Being secretive blows.
Andrea nearly choked on the wine she was trying to drink at the question, half swallowing and laughing. It took a few attempts to stop spluttering, suppressing a grin badly. “Not even if he was the last man on earth,” she informed Michael with no edge of doubt to her tone, “I hold my standards slightly higher than that, thanks.”
On that subject, he didn’t seem like a bad second choice for her intent. He invited interaction and possibly had more braincells than that man and his wife combined. “Pro-creating isn’t on my mind. I have no desire to tie myself down with a little brat and it depends on the time of day and the bloody patrons in Gambit’s. Sometimes you’ll find it a teenage orgy and others, a sparring ground.”
Her gaze lifted to meet his, grinning ever so slightly. “From the way you treated that girl, I’d guess you aren’t here to ‘pro-create’,” Andrea air-quoted, “either. What brings you to the simmering pot of the dredges of Wing City’s society?”
On that subject, he didn’t seem like a bad second choice for her intent. He invited interaction and possibly had more braincells than that man and his wife combined. “Pro-creating isn’t on my mind. I have no desire to tie myself down with a little brat and it depends on the time of day and the bloody patrons in Gambit’s. Sometimes you’ll find it a teenage orgy and others, a sparring ground.”
Her gaze lifted to meet his, grinning ever so slightly. “From the way you treated that girl, I’d guess you aren’t here to ‘pro-create’,” Andrea air-quoted, “either. What brings you to the simmering pot of the dredges of Wing City’s society?”
Spirits, crap? Ah the things normal humans believed. It was… quaint. “I’d wager anyone that came here and considered themselves good parent material would either be totally ignorant to some, if not all, of the nonsense that plagues this place or totally unrealistic in their vision of self.”
At the mention of a wife, Andrea looked irritated. Man drunkenly talking about his wife worries and now a man with a girlfriend? Didn’t she have all the luck this evening, hmm? “Human-watching, huh?” It didn’t take long to ascertain that the only person in the bar who looked vaguely like a human was him and perhaps, the goth girl who was hanging around the boy with blue flames as a permanent decoration.
“I don’t see many humans around here, ever. Don’t you have a job or anything?”
At the mention of a wife, Andrea looked irritated. Man drunkenly talking about his wife worries and now a man with a girlfriend? Didn’t she have all the luck this evening, hmm? “Human-watching, huh?” It didn’t take long to ascertain that the only person in the bar who looked vaguely like a human was him and perhaps, the goth girl who was hanging around the boy with blue flames as a permanent decoration.
“I don’t see many humans around here, ever. Don’t you have a job or anything?”
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