Rialto is, perhaps for the first time in his marginally long life, correct. Catheryn doesn't want to be here, that much is obvious. Her arms are crossed, and she's glaring daggers at the back of Rialto's head even as he hefts the bowling ball up as if he's going to throw it at Alex's head. Catheryn wouldn't stop him, it would make for some good entertainment. "Stop shouting," she gripes at the both of them, blue eyes narrowed in annoyance, though she doesn't try to leave. Alex and Rialto would chase her down immediately, and evading them would be tiresome.
What she does, instead, is push past the other two vampires and make her way into the bowling alley, taking the first available seat. It's nice, that much Catheryn can admit. Alexander had done a good job with the decor, and by that she means the place doesn't look like it had been thrown through the ringer at least seven times, which is about as good as they're going to get in San Creado. "Someone put a blood soda in my hand," she says, knowing Alex and Rialto can hear her. She doesn't actually expect someone to listen, but the demand is out there.
[go bowling 1/3]
[bowling alley 1/3]
What she does, instead, is push past the other two vampires and make her way into the bowling alley, taking the first available seat. It's nice, that much Catheryn can admit. Alexander had done a good job with the decor, and by that she means the place doesn't look like it had been thrown through the ringer at least seven times, which is about as good as they're going to get in San Creado. "Someone put a blood soda in my hand," she says, knowing Alex and Rialto can hear her. She doesn't actually expect someone to listen, but the demand is out there.
[go bowling 1/3]
[bowling alley 1/3]
[b][i]moon river, wider than a mile ･ﾟ✧