@shadowskitty // sent 🎶 for a starter based on my favorite line of the last song I listened to as a starter
God, Jessie’s Girl again? Gag me with a spoon. Poppy was nursing a virgin cocktail at the Clutch. It was the only nightclub in White Plains that let minors inside and showed no qualms about mutants, either. The vampiress liked it just fine. The bands that played were kind of shit (come on, Rick Springfield twice in one night..?) but it was still the scene. Plus, it was the only time she got to see students from the human high school, which made her feel as if she were… Well, normal. If even for a night.
She took a seat at the bar, downing the rest of her drink. In the stool beside her was a girl Poppy had seen on campus a few times. Pretty, dark-haired. Poppy tried to recall her name… The girl was looking intensely at a person on the dance floor. It was a tell-tale look, that of intense infatuation. Or loathing. It was funny how similar the two could be. Either way, a smooch or a punch, Poppy firmly believed in a ‘go get ‘em’ philosophy.
“You know,” She said to the girl, mixing the ice in her tumbler with a manicured finger. “When the truth is told, you can get what you want or you can just get old.”