Out of comfort zone feeding

[Alicia Silvers]

Stepping inside the library, false life running through her veins not exactly sure what to expect at a political meeting like this, never even having voted in a none presidential election before. The thoughts of a municipal within the judicial that was just as far out of the comfort zone as she could venture. Making it highly unlikely that whomever the mysterious ones running around being a dangerous threat to the Kindred of the city would know in advance that she would be here at least, not even she had known she was coming here when she had started her drive after all only having ended up here thanks to a flier.

Taking a seat with placement to leave one side of her free with a warm smile to the person next to her, waiting for the group to gather, grab their coffee and cookies for the meeting to begin. And nearly instantly starting to get lost, name after name flying through the air, not all seeming like experts but far to many seeming to have a widely grander understanding of the topic than herself. Trying her best to give light inputs based on what others had already said but neither being that well versed in judicial manners nor having read up on anything for this particular election or candidates only making it harder to keep up, words flying over her head more often than she liked to admit only waking that irksome sensation within knowing her infernal younger brother would of course only have needed a minute to find his bearings in these talks and soon dominate them. The thought making her grit her teeth she would need to sort that later but he was still some ways down her list of matters.

Shifting her focus to try and find some others whom like her were having a hard time keeping up, whilst playing with her wedding ring on the right hand.

Waiting for the meeting to conclude and the people to start and scatter before approaching one of the people whom like her had at least tried to keep up. And softly raising her voice ever so lightly to make the words fill the room of perhaps going to a nearby coffee shop to discuss this in a bit of a smaller group, and seeing if someone else were interested to join in, knowing that at least some would likely be keen on meeting up like that to keep talking in smaller groups.

Keeping her eyes on whom would be all to willing to walk there to carry on the talks, engaging in talks, with plenty of questions for a bit whilst throwing small glances at the one whom had walked. Looking away when they look back, moving a little closer, giving them just that tad extra attention until it was once more time to scatter. And offering to follow them home, taking a brief stroll to the city, back to their little abode. Having little doubts in neither her appearance nor charms to step over the threshold, not needing long for tongues to meet, to fall into bed, clothes beginning to fall off as teeth sinks in satiating her own hunger whilst leaving them tired and weak as she slips out back to her bike glad this disgusting night was over. Hating the new diversifying feeding habits as of late, and not exactly thrilled with how often she got so close to have to sleep with these dullard Kine´s, not that there had been any Kindred of interest for some time either.

[Alicia Silvers]

Bookkeeping.