Post by nekomonga on Nov 29, 2018 1:30:45 GMT
Manhattan
The bar, MS Voyager of the Seas
The night before
The upper deck was populated by a large and lively foam and rave party, with many a young people bouncing and moving around while being half covered in soapy bubbles.
Sadly, noise and energy were not Safiya's domain, not the least reason being it made her thirst for blood. The world had changed drastically and the old approach of cowing isolated coastal towns was no longer an easy thing to do, given how connected the world is now. And the rave music, so loud and repetitive, played on a machine, lacking the refinement of a beautiful musician's hands Safiya was used to. Ah, musicians always had that unique taste their blood. So here she was, in the tavern, or the bar in modern parlance, sipping from a wine glass, crimson fluid collected in a bottle kindly donated by some now comatose stowaways below deck.
Garbed in a navy-blue and black formal ensemble, Safiya finished her glass and brought her drink to the game floor. She removed her blazer and set it on a leather lounge chair nearby. She entertained herself with poule, which none of the staff understood, until she pointed at the billiard table. She picked up a cue and started a game to while away her time.