Vivian had left a note for Peter Byrne . She was a sucker for his type and oddly enough, he had qualities that reminded her of someone else. Okay, so she was a sucker for his type. She couldn't help it. It'd been a while since she'd had a private chat with another Vampire that wasn't business. Asa, was the last she'd met with alone, and he was all business. But, the Ventrue wasn't always like that, sometimes he was rather interesting.
The Daeva choose a quiet booth at the Shady Lady Saloon. She adored this place, and her she'd pushed blood through her veins not only to blush, but to have a few drinks. She'd ordered a French '75, it was practically her signature. Securing her leather gloves and reapplying her lipstick, the Deava was set to meet this new Mekhet... Carthian.
Vivian