Saturday Nights (Drake) | Supernatural Unforgiven: Legacy

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Saturday Nights (Drake) Jul 16, 2012 20:05:07 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2012 20:05:07 GMT -8

They were on the prowl, tonight. Decked out in neon colors and glowing baubles, flowed into the bar. The ravers drew in more ravers, which led to the bar being full of crappy techno music. The more reserved patrons of The Rabbits Rest left quickly to avoid the mess. Smog from the machines swirled around people's feet as they danced. Those who weren't dancing were at the bar, or in one of the 'private but not really' private booths. Mad Dee had a long night ahead of her. The witch bustled and ran about between the booths and the bar, trying her best to keep up all of the orders. Sure, the bar was getting more recognition and income this way, but she could have really used a break.

"Oi! Hats! Yooo~Hooo!"
Hatter sighed and rushed over to Kirsten at the end of the bar. She was decked out in raver wear that she had smuggled off of some poor saps. It was almost like the girl couldn't help herself. If she saw something or someone of interest, she just had to jump on it. She smiled widely once Hatter reached her.

"Kirsten, if you're not ordering anything, please leave me alone. I'm very busy, love." Hatter smiled softly. The psuedo-raver gave a childish pout, pinching Mad Dee's nose.

"No fun. You're getting to be boring, Hats." If only she knew how wrong she was. Kirsten bounded back into the crowd, and Hatter couldn't help but watch her go. She was attractive, Hats would give her that much. The witch took a moment to scan the busy bar, making sure that no one else needed her for the moment.

Breathe. Relax. Wish for better music.