@tjxastor Some Guy's Party Pad
Dim lighting, velvet curtains - Obsidian's pretty chill, and Witches throw a wild party. There's some shit going on, about how people shouldn't be going out, or should find shelter or something - Blue doesn't know, because she didn't come here to glue herself to a T.V. and watch the local damn news. She came here to fuckin'-
"PARTYYYYYYY" She says in return to a couple other revelers in the too-posh kitchen. She dices something on the counter with a library card, and then, before leaning down, spots the moon outside. Full. Huh. Weird. Something tugs at her brain then, and she feels - weird. Huh. No matter. She resumes.
When her head whips back from the counter top, and her head's all rushing, there's a crack and a thud, because she's flung her noggin backwards into some guy's nose.
Blue spins around, hand coming to her own face in sympathetic pain. "Oh, shit, Damn, fuck, whoa-I am so sorry, shit." She watches the blood trickle out and flails nevously. "Shit. Shit shit. Here."
Blue rushes over to the sink, grabbing a toil and running some water... or... trying to run some water.
"Fuck, dude, I am so fuckin' sorry. That's... so fucking embarrassing."
