raise your glass ::KER::

[carmella]

A good time was exactly what Carmella needed. More than that really, Carmella needed a break. There was a club that she went to frequently, though she was generally one of the few human-esk people there. Most of the people were vampires, but there were some humans. Not that Carmella liked humans, actually she thought herself to be much better than them because of her magical ability. She much preferred witches and vampires, though vampires were a bit iffy. The alliance with the Pure Ones had started out of similar goals and had remained due to convenience. At the time, they had both wanted to rid the world of the Volturi, Christopher for whatever reasons and Carmella because she wanted revenge for her parents’ deaths. She’d been told long ago that her family had been killed, eaten really, by the Volturi members.

Not to mention she had met her on again off again girlfriend through the Pure Ones. Ker was… well, something. Carmella wouldn’t go as far as to say that she loved the vampire, but she was certainly a good time, most of the time. They didn’t always agree and sometimes Carmella didn’t always understand Ker, but it was fun when they were together. The problem was, when they argued, it was usually blow way out of proportion. But Carmella was a stubborn arse sometimes and refused to give in when there was an argument.

The witch took out her cell phone and sent a text to the vampire. She couldn’t really remember if they were together or not but she knew she wanted to see her. Meet me at Infinity? <3 Carmella put the phone down after pressing send and then looked in the mirror. She definitely needed a change of clothing. Well, Infinity was a club, so she pulled out a short little black dress and some funky heels that she absolutely loved. She ran a brush through her already wavy brown hair with light brown-blond highlights and looked at herself again. She didn’t need a whole lot of makeup, but she put a little dark eyeshadow on just to make her eyes stand out, and then made the short walk to the night club.

Carmella walked to the bar and ordered a drink. She saw a few vampires eyeing her, probably wanting her blood but the witches, as far as she knew, were off limits in Greece and most off the vampires were in the Pure One coven. She looked at the ‘vampire-friendly’ drinks and made a face. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to drink blood, she didn’t know how vampires did it. So gross. Her strawberry margarita was way more appetizing. She pulled her cell from the strap of her dress and set it on the bar, waiting for something to happen.

[kermalvolia]

More often than not Ker found herself musing on how much she loved her new life and "job," as well as how she loved never having to fear anything as long as she was with her new coven. Of course the Pure Ones had come as a shock to her when she had first heard of them as she, like many other vampires, especially her fellow Italian ones, had been warned time and time again to stay away from large covens like the very real and very dangerous Volturi. She had been intrigued anyway, though, and had joined without much hesitation, abandoning her centuries of solitude like they had been absolutely nothing.

It was fortunate, really, her being such a good liar.

Startled by the sudden beep of the cellphone in her pocket - such an interesting device, even after all this time - Ker glanced down, having been perched aimlessly on the edge of a desk. It had been a slow day for her, with nothing really interesting happening, so any distraction was welcome.
The text itself made her only all the more grateful.

A smirk creeping across her face, Ker quickly texted back and offhanded message, merely stating her confirmation and how she would be there within the hour. Infinity was a club well known to her, if only because it was one of the only places that knew about and served to her kind (though the owners might have had something to do with that) and it was a place she had spent many hours in for some reason or another.

Like all witches, Carmella could be utterly infuriating when she wanted to be, likely due to her stubbornness. Of course Ker wasn't particularly willing to admit that she was much the same, which was actually how more than a couple of their arguments were started, but overall she wasn't that bad a person, and Ker actually found she enjoyed the other woman's presence after some prolonged exposure.
That was probably how they had ended up with their on-again-off-again thing, too.

Gliding over to her vanity, Ker surveyed herself in the mirror lightly, her lips curving into an even bigger smirk as she appraised herself: lightly tanned skin, even for a vampire; shadowed Egyptian eyes; hair curly and elegantly styled, as per usual; and a simple black tanktop over a long skirt. It was unusual, yes, but everyone knew her quirks well enough by now to know not to comment.
Leaving her temporary residence quickly, the female vampire navigated the streets easily enough, finally stopping in front of a club for no more than three seconds before sweeping in, her usual expression in place as she all but glided with confidence, ignoring the looks of the other patrons who knew her in favour of the witch sitting by herself.

"I see your taste in beverages hasn't improve any since last time," Ker remarked airily, noting Carmella's drink. "Still as gross as ever."