Maybe it was the ambiance, but it was definitely the curiosity that the Daeva had with prohibition that brought her back to the place. The decorum of the Shady Lady was right out of a mobster movie with the staff dressed to play the part.
She’d made her way, taking a seat in the very large round booth in the back. The evening was early, and it really tickled her fancy to see the Kine burn with irritation that a lady sat solo in a booth made for many. Vivian ordered a French ’75 from the medical bound waitress who spent his evening obeying commands to fulfill his dream of being an EMT.
A peculiar opposition that he’d never find out. How she’d took many lives in the past and he would soon learn to save them. Her new found ponderings on death she could only thank David Regan for.
A little greenish number adorned her figure, ruffled here and there. Accompanied by severe heels and short lace gloves. Her perfume suggested she could be coaxed away from her table, but the Daeva would remain until that time came to pass.
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