The sound of wood striking the stone tiles echoed through the hallway of Rafia's two-story home. The tempo of the footsteps was calm and laid back, clearly there was no hurry. Rafia raised her head and looked at the full-length mirror in front of her, inspecting her dark jean jacket. She smirked whilst grabbing a gray fedora hat, and gently placing it on her head with her left hand. She tipped the fedora so it would cover her eyes, crossed her right leg in front of her left and leaned slightly to the side, making a 'smoochie' face at the mirror. Then she raised the tip - adjusting the hat and turned on her heels, grabbing the car keys on the shelf. Just as she was leaving, she turned her head and looked at the mirror once more, putting her right hand on her hip and then into the back pocket of her light gray jeans.
"I'm going to the festival, Maya" She shouted, her deep and yet ever so feminine voice echoed through the seemingly empty hallway as she leaned against the white wall. She waited for a moment, not quite sure what she was expecting to hear in return, but then she turned back towards the door and opened it, taking a step outside with her right foot first. "I need to run some errands first so I'm not offering you a ride right now. If you really need it, text me and I'll come pick you up. Then again, I'm sure you're perfectly capable of getting there yourself." She yelled into the house once more, then closed the door and made her way towards the crimson Rubicon Jeep standing right in front of the house. She hurriedly sat inside and started the car, driving down a few blocks before stopping.
Rafia was never really a social butterfly when it came to her own personal life. Sex life included. She preferred keeping such juicy details to herself, after all, the less people knew - the easier it was for her to manipulate them into believing differently. She moved slightly towards the right side of the road so she wouldn't block other cars, got her phone and started typing a text:
From: Rafia
To: Ciaran
Yo babes, you better be comin' to the festival.
Heard there's goin' to be a lot of interesting people. (;
"Okay, that's done.. " Rafia muttered those words silently, then looked at a small folded piece of paper lying in the cup holder. 'Right' she thought as she remembered that she had forgotten her wallet at home. Luckily for her, she almost always kept her driver's license in the drawer in front of the passenger seat. She sighed and started typing another text.
From: Rafia
To: Maya
Hey.. Hng..I forgot my wallet at home. I'm a little too far to go back now, but it'd be great if you could get it for me and bring it to the festival, or when I come pick you up. If you need me to. I'll buy you fries if you do.
The vessel put the phone into the black leather purse lying on the passenger seat, turned on the radio and leaned against the back of the chair. 3!Oh3 - We Are Young started playing. She tapped her foot against the gas pedal to the rhythm, but not hard enough to actually push the pedal. The music was loud enough to block out any sounds coming from outside the car, which pleased her. Out of boredom, she reached for her phone, and just as she picked it up, it started buzzing.
"Rafia Brelyn speaking."
"Hey Raf', it's Oliver. The guy from the gym? You said you wanted to meet later today? Wanna go to the Festival?"
"Oh. Oh, I'm not going to the Festival," she paused. Oliver was nothing but food for her, but she's been sucking boys dry for three days in a row now, and not even in the sexual sense. "Right. No, I can't meet you today. You know what. Actually - I can't meet you at all. Just, don't talk to me. And trust me on this, I'm being nice right now" and with that, she dropped the call. Getting intoxicated off of something as delicious (For Rafia) as blood and then feeling hung over wasn't really for Rafia, especially because she might actually go get some alcohol and a double hang over didn't sound fun. She stared at her phone, waiting for a reply from either Ciaran or Maya.