One of the best things about New Orleans was the nightlife scene that was offered to people. Whether teens or adults, there was always something to do, especially when you found yourself smack-dab in the middle of the French Quarter. It was a place that was always happening and always had the air of liquor and vomit from people that decided to get shitfaced. It wasn’t the most pleasant smell, but it was something that could be forgiven because of how easy it was to lose yourself in the energy of the locations. Of course the night clubs often felt like they paled in comparison to the ones that she had visited in Brazil during the summers when she would go back, but they served their purpose during the school year while she was stuck in Louisiana.

The best thing for a sour mood or a broken heart was a visit to the club, where the music could take you away and allow you to forget your problems for the majority of the night. It didn’t hurt that there were typically some extremely attractive people offering to buy shots in between the bumping and grinding that came with the beat of the music and the pulse of the lights. Her body moved in the typical fashion of a Latina, feeling the music more than she actually heard it. It carried her through the club, away from the best friend that she had dragged out in order to forget about the blonde siren that had gotten her down in the first place. More drinks were definitely in order. It didn’t matter that they were underage; it was nothing that a smile and a few flirty words couldn’t get her.

She returned the new drinks to the table that the girls had claimed, off to the side, but enough that they could still easily draw the attention of anyone that happened to look their way. Her eyes had scoured the club, roving over the faces that she saw until they stopped again on a head of crimson. A smirk crawled onto her lips as she looked over Lyric at her approach. ”A little of both,” she quipped back, pushing Lyric’s drink over to her while taking a sip from her own. The buzz of the alcohol in her veins was something that practically made her skin tingle and it made Lyric that much more attractive to her.

”Hey, what’s a girl to do when one of her best girls is down? This is the best way to forget about everything and just feel.” It was a lot easier to feel the beat of the music and get lost in it than it was to feel the emotions that were running high after a fight with someone that was meant to be the world to you. It was the same thing that Nomi had done after she and Bash had broken up. Then again, she also drank so much that she spent the entire next day hugging the toilet and popping ibuprofen - not that she would ever admit that to him. ”You deserve a night of fun, anyway. Too much seriousness going on lately~”

Tags:Lyric Azalea Pennbrook
Location: French Quarter
Time of Day: February 2019
Notes: <3