The Spitfire

Kara Desai - 24 - Ghoulie Second Gen

[sky-lar-son]

Red wandered into the Wyrm, looking around at the crowd. The weekends were always the craziest, but thankfully there seemed to be an open spot at the bar. She wandered over and looked at the person sitting next to the open spot. “This seat taken?”

[karaxdesai-blog]

“Nope, go for it.” Kara said, not looking at the person who approached her at first. She sipped her drink, not too interested in anything in the crummy old bar. It was one of the only ones where she wouldn’t run into anyone who knew her. A Ghoul would never be caught dead at the Wyrm. She looked over at the girl, sizing her up before speaking. “You been here before?”

[born-in-chaos-blog]

Xavier was eating some lunch at Pops, the place was relatively quiet since it was in the in-between hours, not quite lunch, not quite dinner, so he took a stool up front and enjoyed the silence that surrounded him. It was disrupted by the chime of the front door and he didn’t bother looking back, but still managed to look over and see who it was as the person took the stool next to his. “You know no other booth in this place is taken, right?” He asked, despite it not really being a question, he just wanted to make it apparent he wasn’t looking for conversation.

[karaxdesai-blog]

“Yeah, I’m not blind.” She said in a harsh whisper as she sat down next to him. Kara glanced back through the windows to the guy who had been too persistent and way to pushy in an effort to get her attention. She sighed in annoyance when he started to walk in and looked over to her new companion in a mild panic. “Okay, quick version, see that guy? Cute in a Ted Bundy kind of way? Yeah, he doesn’t understand that no means no and I need you to enjoy my company for like two minutes until he leaves. Okay?”