FallenTrinity
Dion
Persephone stared at the splice, curiously cocking her tiny bat head to the side. “Oh don’t be rude, Persy!” Kiara chided. Unseelie or not, all faeries abhorred rudeness. “Stop staring and go say hello.” Persy flitted off of Kiki’s shoulder and onto Lyla’s, squeaking few times as a greeting. Laurel mentioned heading off to grab some liquor and a good time before leaving the Kiki with Lyla. Kiki’s pointed ears perked up excitedly at the possibility of salvaging this night.
“Did you want to go join the others? Sounds like they found a place to have some fun even after what happened…” Kiara’s eyes flashed red at the reminder of the evening’s preceding events - a dark, furious red, not to be confused with the lustful scarlet that complimented her face well. Upset or not, Kiara’s face still flushed with embarrassment.
Shaking that feeling away, Kiki nodded. “Are you kidding?!” she asked in a jarringly chipper tone. “I live to party, you’ll see!” Kiara excitedly grabbed the girl’s wrists and tugged her off in the direction that Laurel had went. “What number did she say? 308?” Kiki scanned the labels on the doors until she found 308. She didn’t have to read the label to know this was the place, though. You could hear the music and that chatter through the door, especially with supernatural hearing.
For a quick second, Kiki was nervous that the kids inside would see her as the girl that had ruined the ball, but that thought was fleeting. Even if they did judge her, their negative feelings would only serve to satiate her hunger. So, dramatic as ever, Kiara swung the door open wide and made her grand entrance. “Fear not, the party has arrived!” she cheered with her arms flung high above her head. She made her way through the crowd with Lyla in tow. Most of the students had cups in their hands, and Kiki managed to snag two empty ones for the splice and herself. Kiki sniffed the cup she had kept for herself and made a grossed out face before shrugged her shoulders. “Oh well… I wonder if they’ve got anything as strong as Elven wine,” she said as she picked up a bottle of mysterious amber liquid. “Ever had Elven wine? It’s the strongest in all of Faerün.” she asked Lyla before inspecting the bottle’s label. “Hmm… wuh-hiss-key! Did I say that right?” English wasn’t her first language, and human words sometimes escaped her due to her lack of experience with them.
Regardless of pronunciation, Kiki poured a rather unhealthy amount in both of the cups. “To new friends, and an endless night.” Kiara held up her cup in cheers, whilst wearing a razor sharp grin before downing nearly half the cup. Although the liquid was cold to the touch, it felt like fire in her throat, and she let out a dainty cough after swallowing it. “Well, I’d say that’ll do.” she said with a chuckle and then glanced around the room in search of a familiar face. In time, she found one: Morgan. Kiara remembered how the kiss on his cheek had affected him earlier and smirked devilishly as she sauntered over to where he sat on a couch, This night could be very fun indeed...
