@insainted / thess location: hells gate / samhain soiree
"Ohp.. –jesu.." The near radioactive looking handful of shot glasses spilled across her hand, the chill of the liquor a stark contrast to the heat of her skin beneath her intoxication and all that radiated from the tight thrum of a crowd. Breathing in every disgusting smell the bar held as if it was nothing – stale liquor, the putrid scent of heated breath and a mix of too many perfumes almost a fucking aphrodisiac to Fallen. It was nothing short of chaos, and she'd lean right into it. Whatever liquid hadn't splashed from glass to the already sticky floor however, painted whoever had cockblocked her immediate getaway path to the next room, "Actually... It's an improvement." She leans forward slightly, the distaste evident on her face despite the dim lighting, "You're welcome."