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The Vices seemed particularly crowded tonight, or perhaps Allie wasn’t used to visiting on a Saturday night. She preferred the place more on the weeknights when there was actually room to dance, and when the DJ got a little more creative with the mix. When playing for the masses, it seemed like they just stuck to the top twenty favorites-- and Allie could dance to the radio any old time.
But she wasn’t there to dance tonight, at least, not entirely. Finding a spot at the main bar, she scanned the room best she could at her level (though she had broken out her tallest heels for this particular reason) trying to find who she came to see. She ordered her token party drink: a Redbull with bubblegum vodka, and sucked idly on the straw. That’s when her eyes landed on the despot.
She wove through the crowd, and walked right up to what she presumed was considered a VIP booth, then shamelessly slid right in beside Eve. She had no idea what everyone was always so intimidated by. Everyone had someone to be ashamed of, somehow. Allie would find Eve’s eventually, but for now, showing she wasn’t impressed worked just as well.
“Hiya, Miss Thing.” She winked as she settled into the booth, sipping again from her florescent beverage. “Whatcha drinking tonight? Souls of the Damned?”
