A jet black motorcycle hummed as it pulled up next to the curb. A slender figure killed the engine and slipped off of it. Pulling the helmet off, long silvery-white strands cascaded down her shoulders in waves. Her icy blue eyes stared up at the night sky, a sigh of annoyance slipping from her red lips. Kitiara checked her phone and looked at the business. "Of course he would want to meet here for the pass...." she grumbled in annoyance, her words holding an Irish accent. She shivered from the chill in the air, tugging her black jacket around her tighter.
For a few moments she debated just waiting for him outside, but that could prove troublesome. Kit sighed again before heading for the door. Her black boots clicked against the floor as she stepped inside. She choose a table near the door and sat down, hanging her leather jacket on the back of the chair. Under her jacket she wore a violet corset top with cream under shirt and black legging style pants tucked into her knee high boots. The place held interesting scents in the air, places like this always made her uneasy. She silently debates grabbing a drink, her tolerance was rather high thanks to her genetics.
 Kitiara_fox · Fri Apr 07, 2017 @ 05:00pm · 0 Comments |
