Date: May 30th 2021 Time: 7:15 pm Location: The women’s bathroom off of the ballroom
@johannakoning
“No, really, I mean it. If that draadtrekker tries to show his face here tonight, I’m punching him in the mouth. You won’t like me for it, but I will. You deserve better than that kak.” Evi speaks heatedly despite the bobby pin between her teeth, her fingers working in a head of brunette hair to try and salvage her cousin’s accidentally damaged hairstyle. The dance floor will do that. “Granted, he’ll probably have to bend down for me to reach his mouth, but still, I’ll make do.” The aforementioned hypothetical victim is, of course, the vampire that her cousin clearly lusts after, whom the younger witch had made the mistake of mentioning mere minutes before. God help Liam Lockhart if he tries to enter back through Lethe’s wards tonight as Johanna seems to so ardently wish he would. He’ll have Evi to answer to. For now, though, the elder Koning sighs in relief as she fastens the hair pin back into its proper place. “Maybe I should’ve gone to beauty school. I’d be a pretty good hairdresser. Or maybe a surgeon, with how miraculously steady my hands are.” She allows a beat to hover before she snorts a laugh, showing she’s far from serious. Hair taken care of, she pats Johanna’s shoulder to indicate her cousin can stand up straight again. Looking at her own reflection, Evi exhales before dabbing her face with cold water. “I remember these parties being more fun. Or am I just being irritable?”