reasons to be a witch - jaerim
♣ - blinking lights of many colors were harsh to untrained eyes when wandering against the noticeably smoky background where bodies writhed and twisted and alcohol aided in loud behaviors. suzy, however, was trained in the art of seeing past the visible and into the differences of the environment she immersed herself within easily, one had to keep themselves safe in a smart way when unpredictable factors presented the worries any sane person would have, even if the buzz of alochol she'd conned off older generations kept her system warmed in the chill that had been nonexistent in such a stifling room of packed and compressed child-like adults.
truth be told she was far out of the realm of legality here, the teenager having conned her way multiple times to the particular bar she found herself seated at now. she chalked it up to the mature air and the red lips she was so fond of on these saturday nights though she knew it was the thrill and rush of being able to even get away with such a problematic act that kept her returning like a cat to it's milk bowl.
suzy was a fan of control.
the reasoning could have stemmed from the fact she was so helpless in her home, the parents hold upon her fate such an iron clad nightmare that she often felt suffocated and the danger helped her breathe again. so she would return and she would return again and each time a new friend would be in tow because one could never know which acquaintances would really keep them grounded most, here in the midst of pandoras box. this friend had much to drink, sloppily leaning against the counter and egging suzy to go and try to see if she could seduce a patron here. she didn't have to follow through but her friend wasn't convinced she could do it at all.
the very statement impassioned the youth and with the directive to choose her target the female started off to push her way through the crowd, walking confidently on towering heels.
the one she'd pointed out, no doubt randomly in her horrid haze, was quite attractive. she hardly payed attention to the angles of his face to place his age, assuming he'd be in his middle twenties, but instead let her eyes roam over each carefully placed limb and tightly pulled material of his clothing that gave her more of a show than his words would no doubt -she never had much faith in her unfortunate counterparts as her shoulders kept straight and the subtle place of silken ebon locks brushed her collarbone as she approached his figure and let gently shaded eyes flicker down to the empty space beside him before smoothing the short skirt down so she could sit, voice and mannerisms lazy with confidence.
"Are you expecting different company? I'll have to tell them I claimed your time for a bit."