Soleil
who: @photoaria
Reid Halstead and Aria Boughton have gone fucky, that much is obvious. Reid's gone down the road like she has, still very much in his acting out era - that's fine though. Gotta stretch those batwings and fly someday, and you don't learn to live as the dead without cracking open a few nets or ruining a few lives. It's growing pains, really.
Aria's different though - something different and fucked up is going on with her, beyond the fact she'd had to walk her through the last... whatever, month as if she'd take a huge brick to the noodle, she's not quite the same - but not quite different either.
It's a little more apparent, here in the cramped space of one of Soleil's booths. It's a good place to let these two run a little loose - fuckups aren't quite as disasterous either, given the place's event list. Aria's just beside her, and looking her up and down, she smiles before looking to their mutual friend.
Birdie traipses a slender finger along a woman's neck, running fingers along her jawline while she stares into her eyes, whispering words of command. Don't worry, it'll all be over soon - one way or another - you came here to walk the wild-side and its exactly what you're getting.
Her eyes turn to Aria. "You feed more, you rip less heads off - s'what I gathered from our talks before whatever all this is. So feed more, but you've gotta be careful, girlie - bodies are hard to hide. You kill her, no big deal, it's in the service charge. Out there, it'll get you staked."