Evening Meals in Sacramento

[Emily Makerith]

"I had heard that," Emily says thoughtfully. "But it's always better to get some first hand experience isn't it?"

Emily's eyes dart around the vampire's face, and the punk bites her lip. That low growl from her chest happens again. It's almost bestial.

The werewolf suppresses a gasp. "I don't know about that... But I'm going to the bathroom." She pulls away from the foot, runs a tattooed arm along the edge of the table, and up along Mable's arm, planting a kiss on her head. "Don't do anything I wouldnt 'do..." Emily whispers in her ear.

There werewolf slinks off, adding more shake to her hips than was natural.

[Mable Wood]

Mable catches the eye of the waiter. "Another bottle please." Then she follows Emily to the restroom.

[Emily Makerith]

With one thing and another, there's less than a week to go. Shall we just clock this one in here?
Mable Wood Psychangel

[Mable Wood]

We should fade to black...and pray they don't break a bathroom stall.

[Emily Makerith]

The girls eventually get back to their table some time later, looking somewhat dishevelled and Mable being dragged by a very hungry Emily.

They seem to eat quickly and vanish into the night, back to an apartment and it's relative privacy.

Closing up!