being this young is art

Aithne

High infidelity
Put on your records and regret me

The Dusklight opens before them, all inviting heat and scintillating smells that pull Aithne in just as much as Danta's leading arm. She practically purrs beside him as they pass out of the rain, flashing a fanged grin at the doorman before openly gawking at the interior they've entered. Still, she opts not to wander too far (he does still owe her a drink, after all), staying quite happily on Danta's arm until they arrive at the bar, where she moves to lean her elbows against the counter.

"Hmm," she says, a thoughtful hum as she considers the many glittering bottles that the Dusklight has on hand. In truth, she has very little experience with alcohol - at least, not the good stuff - having made do for quite some time with what she could sneak from her parents' stash and knowing absolutely nothing about how to mix it to her liking. "Do you have any specialty cocktails?" she asks finally, lifting a brow and fluttering her lashes. "I'm in the mood for something new."

I bent the truth too far tonight
I was dancing around, dancing around it