[center][h1][color=#435394]Fae[/color][/h1][/center]

[i]"Hey... Where ya goin'?"[/i] The weary male voice called after her as she pulled free from the bed, a sheet wrapped around her naked body. At the sound, her head turned slightly, allowing her to look at the individual sprawled out in the center of the bed from the corner of one blue eye. 

[b][color=#435394]"I have an appointment that I've gotta keep."[/color][/b] She responded with a coy smile, letting the sheet slip from her grasp slightly before walking over to the corner of the room where she managed to get all of her clothes to land the previous night.

[i]"Aww... can't you just... be late?"[/i] The male who still laid prone on the bed whined after her while she gathered her clothes together. Despite herself, she found that she couldn't help but laugh a little at his desperate attempts to get her to stay in his bed. Last night hadn't even been that great, at least, not for her anyway. 

So, rather than responding to him, she took her bundle of clothes and the sheet that wrapped around her body, and made her way to the bathroom. Once the door closed behind her, Fae began to slip into the previous night's clothes. A pair of dark navy jeans that hugged tightly to her hips and a short sleeve black t-shirt with a graphic of a skull on the front that fit loosely around her torso. 

Once she'd donned her clothes she began to work her absurdly long brown hair into a loose and messy ponytail which she tied with an elastic that she found in the back pocket of her jeans and made her way out of the bathroom to grab the rest of her belongings.

The man who she'd spent the night with--she vaguely recalled that he'd said his name was Spencer through slurred and intoned drunken verbiage--was now sitting up in the bed, his body in full view. It seemed he lacked a little more dignity than she'd thought. She could feel his eyes following her as she made her way across the room to the chair she'd left the remainder of her things on in the heat of the moment.

[b][color=#435394]"Thanks for last night."[/color][/b] Her voice was soft, gentle, even as she lied through the fake smile on her lips. 

Her words seemed to perk the man up, however before he could say anything in response, Fae was already making her way out of his apartment and into the rain. She had things to do today, and couldn't be bothered to deal with the complications that people who didn't understand what a one-night stand was brought with them. So, she chose to ignore them.

In the rain, without an umbrella, she could feel her hair and clothes as they began to stick to her skin while she walked with purpose toward the less... "polite" side of the city: The Warehouse district. 

After all, Nightfall didn't like to be kept waiting.