Snippet #1058614

"Good night, everyone! Thank you!" Adair yelled as she stepped off the stage. Devan was waiting to escort her to her room. Someone handed her a water bottle and a towel, and she smiled her thanks although neither were necessary. Sweating was so... mortal.
All of the crew members congratulated her on the performance and she stopped to thank them on the way. Without them her show would never have happened. Adair didn't always find herself especially inclined to admire mankind, but she gave credit where credit was due. "Impossible without you, thank you..." she murmured as she finally made it to her dressing room and closed the door. She sighed loudly and sat in front of the cheap vanity mirror, heels clattering as she flung them off her feet.
"Devan, be a darling and grab my bag for me?" Devan handed it to her silently, and turned away. She began to take off her mask when Devan spoke up, "You have more obligations tonight, Ms. Mignon."
"Oh, that's right. This is one of my meet and greet concerts," she pouted a bit. Not that she didn't like to be adored and complimented, but sometimes it was all so tiring. And she was so thirsty...
Adair mentally shook herself. Devan was available, and a willing blood donor, but she was trying to quit.
"All right," she sighed again, and prepared to meet some of her adoring fans.