WHEN: 10.31.22; sometime between 12a.m. - 6a.m. WHERE: Helloween; Limbo, outside Lust WHO: Dusty + Tristan ( @walledupward )
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Access to the city’s theater department had come in handy more times than once. However, Dusty had turned her key over to the costumes and set design weeks ago. This had been a case of breaking and entering. She was dressed for battle, had a fool decided to challenge her on the conquest. A successful Dusty mingled, but she had no idea how long it’d been. She was sure that was the point of each circle, unable to tell the time it was. All Dusty knew, is that she’d sipped from four different chalices. She stole a third one full of champagne from the fountain. Alcohol needed to be consumed much quicker, in this vampire’s case. Her liver threatened to heal itself within minutes. To keep the buzz steady rather than non-existent, drinking had to be constant. Flutes were drunk like shots.
He was unmistakable. She’d doubted herself when his back had been turned to her, but as he glided past her and the vampire caught his scent, she knew. “You,” Dusty commanded, catching Tristan by the wrist before he could manage to disappear into the crowds again. Her cold hand fell limp by her side again, the other hand hitched to the hilt of the sword stuck to her back now that her umpteenth drink had been discarded. Dusty’s eyes were hidden behind her thick bronzed mask. Her teeth gave her away and always had. She’d worn braces for some time in high school, but the favorable gap had come back during university. Now that he was here, Dusty had rendered her own self speechless. “Careful,” she muttered, “I saw someone dressed as a hunter with their buckshot at the ready.”