#crescent:start

[elenarios]

Where: Downtown With: [open] @crescentstarters

With the hum of the engine slowing down, Elena put a foot down on the ground as she maneuvered the bike into an appropriate location to put it in park. It was close enough to her place that she could leave it there for the night, but also close enough to all the hustle and bustle to not have to walk too far to get to the action. After she’d killed the engine she reached up to pull off her helmet. Running her hands through her hair to let the strands fall free. Normally she would put her hair into a braid or something to keep it someone together, but she had been lazy today and hadn’t felt like going through the effort. Looking over at the other person, she called out to them. “Hey. What time is it?” She asked, genuinely curious. She felt her stomach churn for food, contemplating if she should buy some takeout or make it a thing and eat out. But eating out alone was always a bore, but maybe if she was convincing enough she could persuade the individual next to her to come along. 

[bridgetvamp-blog]

bridget was hungry. if not for blood, at least for a bit of entertainment. she had been walking around the local record store for a few minutes, flipping through records and chuckling as she remembered the time she snorted coke off of mick jagger’s bicep. back when he was cute, of course. she looked up as she heard the bell on the door ring, her eyes sparkling with desire. she stepped closer to the person, focusing on their face before using her sense of smell to see if they were human or not. “you look good.” she said softly, meaning the compliment in a way that she knew they wouldn’t be expecting.

[warrenfox-blog1]

Warren laughed as a patron ordered a buttery nipple. The name was very funny, and the bartender didn’t know how anyone could order a drink like that and say it was such a straight face. The patron did not seem happy with Warren, but he quickly made the drink and handed it to the other. Using his towel he cleaned up the watery mess left on the counter top. “Did you ever wonder how people come up with drink names?” This one question had been on his mind for centuries. “When the person who makes the drink tastes it do they say, wow this really taste like a blow job?” 

[vungblood-blog]

nat king cole croons from some distant corner of the loft apartment, wafting through the air like loosened velvet. she’s making her living, sketching out another one of her memories. this time it’s st. petersburg just before the revolution. selling them to the local gallery is easy enough, and it’s enough to keep her out of the cold, that’s all she needs really. but her peaceful haven has become riddled with nuisance as knocking persists. her eye twitches with every perennial pulse of someone’s unruly hands and she stands, knocking over the stool she was one. her door swings open with enough force to tear and she speaks, face pinched. “listen i don’t take commissions and i don’t buy girl scout cookies so whoever you are just go okay?”