{/ knocks on the apartment door, a big mischievous smirk on her face when the door opens.} hey you busy? I brought us a treat. {/ takes out a wine bottle from her bag and exaggerates her voice as she speaks.} I have been bestowed with the holy blood of Christ. Not everyone can have the honor of drinking his blood. {/ chuckles a bit.} Nah it's just some red wine I snatched from the Church cellar and got the pope to bless it for the hell of it.
( ` the knock at the door disturbs the start of her nightly ritual { though honestly it wasn’t like she smeared blood on her face in hopes of eternal youth } though tiffany doesn’t exactly find herself all too bothered by the voice on the other side of the door, lips tugging into a wry grin as she shifts to stand, casting the three lines of white powder on the table a glance before moving toward the door, lips parting to release a laugh loud enough for her guest to hear as she moves to open it, head tilting to the side slightly ) you got him to bless it? what if it burns my throat at the first touch? ( ` tiffany grins, eyes flicking over the bottle briefly as her grin widens — undoubtedly, the very thought of doing such a thing { and the possible consequences; even though tiffany knew very well that shit was fucking impossible — if there was a god, why were the three of them still alive and kicking? } excites her, prompting her to step aside for her friend to enter, tongue flicking out over her lower lip ) it’s too bad you didn’t bring a guest with you — i’ve been fucking bored lately. all the humans in this building moved out.