TempestuousHowl's profile picture. Don't get too close. It's dark inside. It's where my demons hide. •¥• 18+ #OC #Werewolf RP || OOC: @FurAndFourEyes

Harper Kate Roth

@TempestuousHowl

Don't get too close. It's dark inside. It's where my demons hide. •¥• 18+ #OC #Werewolf RP || OOC: @FurAndFourEyes

•{A faint nod of my head preludes words wrapped in a voice hoarse with excitement.}• No touching. I got you, @Concreteblonde.


~ help but fixate on the twist of @Concreteblonde's hips.}•


•{A murmur of agreeing with @Concreteblonde and her choice of music squeaks past my lips as I get comfortable. As the song builds, I can't ~


~ music.}• Your choice. Make it good, Ma.


•{An echo of @Concreteblonde's laughter comes from me as the lights dim. Focused on her graceful movements, my head tilts as she mentions ~


~ feet, I settle my form onto the bench and curl my finger at @Concreteblonde.}• Come here.


~ never heard that in real life before. •{A grin settles onto coral pillows as I scoot towards a leather bench. Planing the glass at my ~


~ bringing my glass to waiting lips. As the alcohol and lemon juice ignite my throat, I pivot once inside and face @Concreteblonde.}• I've ~


•{A chime of laughter clings to my lips as @Concreteblonde announces our arrival into the private room. Darting my gaze around before ~


~ the rear of the club.}•


~ the atmosphere of the club and what it has to offer. Drawing the lower lush pillow between my teeth, I chew in anticipation as we near ~


•{My gaze roams between @Concreteblonde's backside and the blur of faces in the crowd as we sashay through their small huddles enjoying ~


~ @Concreteblonde.} Whiskey sour this time. And you.


~ complaint roll off of these lips. Following her gaze, my hues drink in the girls scattered about the crowd before flickering back to ~


•{The offer by @Concreteblonde catches me off guard, and a grin lifts the corners of my mouth. A free dance? Fuck yeah. You won't hear a ~


~ @Concreteblonde before snapping back to her face.}• Print. Broadcast isn't my forte.


~ presses against the rim of my second empty glass.}• None of the above. Journalist. •{Chancing a glance, my sight dips down to rove over ~


•{Eyes with vision already feeling the effect of my drinks drift away from the passing body back to @Concreteblonde. The pad of my index ~


~ rambling to @Concreteblonde.}• This is my "I survived my first day in the real world at my adult job" reward.


~ Hardly.}• Not quite. I'm here. Alone. •{Tilting my head in a sign of thanks as my next drink is served, I swallow a large pull before ~


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