She had been saying it to herself for months. Night after night that she was going to take the evening off from work and just relax. And night after night she found excuses, poor ones, to not do it.
Finally, here she was. At a favorite dive bar, in the booth she always sat in, amber colored liquid in a glass in front of her. The booth gave her a prime view of the door, and thus, she was easy to spot. Though that could be from her numerous tattoos or the Beast that was caged inside her.
The Torino sat out front, as the Aston Martin would stand out too much here. The Savage wore a bright green tank, leaving plenty of her upper ink visible. Dark hair worn up exposing her face tattoos, her lips red. While still pale, her skin had a healthy glow to it, warm to the touch. A notebook open as a hand lazily sketched.
-2 Vitae for Blush of Life and to drink