 { @monleonstarters​ }
“You’re probably wondering,” the brunette in a sparkling mermaid costume with glitter in her hair spoke up, puffing out a cloud of smoke– her only vice, if you asked her. “How I ended up in this situation. Supposedly I wasn’t smiling enough, so the event planner sent me home, what the hell? I don’t get it, aren’t sirens supposed to be these… lethal, dark, soul-devouring creatures?” However, before she went on with her rant, she lifted her gaze and flashed a charming smile at the person nearby. “Come, join me,“ and she patted the empty spot on the staircase beside her. “Hope your day’s been better. If not, I have a whole pack of cigarettes and an inside man at a 24/7 diner, instructed to save me some pie.”