[ P ] Trouble

they're circling above
smirking at fresh blood
but this is not enough

She's skirted the guard dogs, surely they were tied up with the booze and pretty faces Alessandra pushed towards them ever so nonchalantly; daddy's "stipulations" were no longer a concern, atleast for the time being. The trip to Edinburgh and back to Rionna went off without a hitch-more or less. And she was sure her father only agreed to the trip to the festival was because he had something planned for one of her older siblings here. She hadnt pin pointed what exactly just yet, but she was determined to find out. Except, somewhere in between burning her gaze into each individual she saw her siblings interact with and the newest drink she was enjoying, she lost track of that goal.

The day's light was being chased off by the night sky, and it seemed the festival roared with a new form of life; dancing and more drinking, fires lit and being tended to by royal pyros sent from Castle Stuart. Music hummed throughout and Alessandra had no intentions to find her siblings and leave. She wanted to keep hiding, lose herself in the crowds and she did exactly that. She sought another makeshift bar, waving her coin for the bar maid and let her back rest against a stone top as she waited for the refill.

Too soon after she turned around, her bubbly little bubble was popped with the stench of a drunkard that tried clinging to her presence. He attempted to whisper something in her ear as he leaned into her, but before he was able to get a single word out, Alessandra's lips curled as she scoffed the bold display of stupidity by the man. As he leaned in slowly to her ear, she pivoted and angled her muzzle to meet the side of the mans face. Pearly whites shone against fire light as drove her pretty little fangs into the man's face. When she found the tang of crimson- her desired intention- she would shake and pull with him still in her grip. He could only bellow in a drunken garble of pain and likely irritation. She made sure to give him zero time to properly retaliate; pulling her fangs from his flesh, she took whatever the thrust backwards would allow her: bits of fur and blood, and she was almost certain flesh made it out, too. In the same flow of movements, she aimed for him once more, this time she thrust all of her weight into him as a paw drove the side of his face downward with her muzzle to reinforce the move. He resisted, and she struggled against the large man but she kept her lips close to his face. "A reality check, gratuitamente (free) just for you, la feccia." (scum) the words from her lips bit and dripped with volatile notes-perhaps even surprising Alessa herself. She was quick as she pulled back, swiping a drink from the counter top and putting space between herself and the man. Few eyes danced from the fires, to Alessa, to the man, and then back to her; surely she'd drawn the attention of her siblings now. Her sour mood was easily put out by the berries that had been muddled into the glass, refusing to leave where she believed she showed up to first. And instead,she resumed her dancing and drinking and siblings be damned if they thought they were crashing her party early and dragging her home.



"speech"

code