#aranya_sinchai.txt

[pniik]

aranya [ /ycungodshq ]

                ⸺ all hallows eve or what the modern world and the mundanes call ‘halloween’ was a day she looked forward to. the one day nazli could roam with her fangs exposed and not alarm the mundanes. it was interesting to watch the day evolve into what it is now from what she’d formerly known all hallows eve as. well, it certainly was more festive with the modern take on it and though she’d never wear a costume ( none of shadow world needed to either ) , she did enjoy some of the aspects that accompanied the day. tonight the city had hosted an event and the vampire thought it couldn’t hurt to check it out for a bit. her mother, astra, entirely in her original form, was also here so naz decided to tag along. at some point she’d lost the warlock in the crowd and so she wandered over to the bar, surveying the mundanes as decided what she wished to do first. it was then the familiar scent of an angel filled her nostrils and the raven-haired woman turned at the voice, “an angel bartender, well, that is a first.” she remarked with an arched brow, “did you volunteer to work here?” nazli can’t help but inquire, “i would if i was able to get get drunk.” the right corner of her mouth tilted into a small smile, revealing just a hint of her fang. 

what she was came through crystal clear, even before she flashed a bit of fang. who she was and had arrived with, however, did not, as watchful eyes had slackened over the last hour or so, when crowd watching had become shot-taking. drinking really wasn’t something they did regularly ─── at all, in fact. sugar-coated anythings were their usual mo. ❛❛ in my own way... ♪ ❜❜ they chirp in turn, smiling, side-eyeing the actual bartenders further down the bar. any tips made acting the part in the meantime were going into the tip jars, respectfully, anyway... but volunteering and not goofing around was a nice way to put it. ❛❛ well, maybe i can get you something... more your taste ? like, uh... ❜❜ eyes bounce to the shelves below and playfully dance across each bottle; they then turn their back to her to scan the bottles on the shelves behind them. there had to be something for her kind. they’d already glossed over bottles glamoured for both the fae and merfolk, and it just seemed unreasonable that there wouldn’t be at least one for vampfolk as well. a worn cupboard catches their eye, however, and they lean down to open it, only to happen upon a red-stained bottle housing what appears to be something fluid and thick. yahtzee ! a quick once-over tells them it’s... animal blood ? pig. goat ? no, pig. they won’t risk it, though, and pop the cork to give it a whiff just to be sure, scrunching their nose as senses are hit. yessirooni, 100% grade a pig’s blood, alright, with a splash of warlock magic to keep it cool. they turn around and pour her a glass, then top it off with a stalk of celery and sprinkles of salt and pepper before sliding it over and leaning against the counter. ❛❛ unless it’s my blood you’re after, i think this is the best i can offer. ❜❜ they gesture to the drink, giving the side of the glass a tap, tap, tap !