Monsters after midnight

[Verity Carmen]

When clubs and parties and raves and music so abundant what was a Daeva to do when she wanted to be around others yet take it just a little slower, mix it up a little, do something else. She hadn't been to the movies in a while and West wind drive in had a showing of Abigail that started at 12:50am. That'd do just fine.

Verity pulls up in her Minivan painted black with the logos and dates of various shows and tours spray painted crudely over the sides. She parks up in the back so she can can clamber onto the roof without causing a fuss for anyone, not that people would mind looking at her for a few hours, but it was not what she wanted from tonight.

Now did it matter she wasn't centre stage effortlessly drawing every eye to her, no she had still put thought into her wardrobe. Spike flat boots led to tight leather trousers with a leatehr skirt over the top. A Low cut, tactfully cut top Showed more then her outfits had of late and was paired with A lather waistcoat that did nothing to change her already envying inducing figure. The world of fusion she had found herself exploring however could be seen in the choice of Jacket if it could even be called that. All of this Belted in place with a belt sporting a gold rose clasp, the thorns not native but attached to create the effect. Buckle up arm warmers and two spiky hair clips finish the look. All in all she feels more like the rock and roll kindred of old then she had in a while, but certain changes persist even here for an audience of none.

Sitting with legs dangling over the windscreen she watches he film, the emotional reactions it tries to invoke more or less present, enough that they, along with the false life in her veins and the beer in her thermos mug would pass convincingly.

[Verity Carmen]

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