— @lkngry
A quick search on her mobile map led her a few blocks from her apartment, weaving through the street crowd as she did so. New Orleans presented an entirely different atmosphere from New York with people happily colliding bodies and moving to the street music insync. She’d lost track of where her next turn was before realizing she stood at the very entrance of Laken’s new place. Night had fallen hours ago with the crowd likely a mix of all supernatural beings. Her fingers moved up towards her collar, securing the iron necklace she’d began wearing months ago – catching the familiar voice of the one and only Laken Grey.
“I’ll have a mai tai with an extra hit of lime juice, please.” Viviane ordered from a passing bartender as she waved down Laken. “This place is amazing!” Her voice pitched higher over the growing crowd and converations happening around her.