Head Bitch In Bar | Gia & Vera

Head Bitch In Bar | Gia & Vera

As usual Fangtopia was bustling. Humans drifted into corners with vampires, vampires found others of their kind, humans grouped to gawk...and then there was Gia. The werewolf smirked, watching the others bustle about. She knew that the species usually didn't all get along, but 'usually' had never stopped Gia before. She didn't care what other people did; that isn't what life was about in her mind. Gia pushed her way through the sweaty, gyrating bodies, up towards the bar. "Hi, Vera." Gia raised a hand, waving with her fingers carelessly. Smirking, she plopped herself into one of the stools. "Shots!" she exclaimed. "Have one with me?" Her intent had been to get Vera out of this tiresome bar, but she never was quite sure if Vera was available to go and, in any case, she always liked to get one for the road. She had come to a bar. Why the hell not? "Your Maker here?" she asked, tilting her head. "Because it has been waaaay too long since you've seen the outside of this place." She paused. "And don't worry, the sun's gone down." To Gia, it seemed that the weres and vamps ought to work something out. Afterall, who else understood better what it was like to have your life dictated by some huge orb in the sky? Sure, vamps might have to avoid the sun and weres might have to go wolf when the moon was full, but in the scheme of things, that wasn't so different. "I was hoping we could tear up the town."

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Dammit Moon Moon | Gia & Toby

Standing outside Twin Mmons, Gia leaned back against the bricks, fighting her lighter. A small breeze seemed intent o coming between her and her cigarette, causing Gia an aggravated sigh. “Come on,” she growled, giving one last frustrated exhalation, she tossed the unsmoked cigarette aside.

Glancing up, she caught sight of a familiar face. Cracking a grin, Gia waved him over. “Hiya, stranger!” She exclaimed, eyes twinkling. “Whatcha been up to?”

Pushing herself off from against the wall, she smirked up at the male. “Hey, you don’t happen to have a working lighter, do you? I think mine’s seen better days…” Her voice trailed off as she dipped her hand into her pocket to show him the offending article.

“Either way,” she promised. “I’ll buy you a drink inside, yeah?”

Bookends | Gia & Kelly

A black leather jacket topped a crushed silk shirt, itself sporting a generous sheer stripe down the center that ran from neck to navel. Her pants were tight, topped by leather boots. She wore half a dozen different bracelets on her left arm and gold crosses for earrings, set off by the dramatic backdrop of her lustrous chocolate hair. In short, Gia Desstrin hadn’t dressed for a library. Without a word, Gia walked up to the counter behind which Kelly sat, turned around, and jumped up to sit on the desk. Arching her brows, she glanced over her shoulder at Kelly, mischief glittering in her eyes. There was a good chance Kelly was intoxicated. “You’re beautiful,” were her opening lines. Chuckling to herself, Gia slid her legs around, now sitting perpendicular to Kelly, and stretched her legs out in front of her. “You should be showing that off. I could do your makeup…and your hair…and your clothes.” She frowned deeply, “You get that you could totally rock the sexy librarian thing, right? I tell you what, guys in this town would be lining up to read like nobody’s business.” Gia tilted her head towards Kelly. “How about it? I bet you’d have waaay more fun, huh? Let’s bounce!”