03-20-2020, 12:09 AM
(Edited 03-20-2020, 12:09 AM by APHRA CIPHER ..)
[glow=white,1,400]OPEN YOUR EYES UP , STEP IN THE RING ! — [abbr=APHRA CIPHER, THE TYPHOON, 4 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
Aphra knew what it was like to hit rock bottom, so to speak. At least, in her eyes, rock bottom was where she was at now. She wasn't terribly known throughout The Typhoon - at least, not nearly as infamous as her father. And maybe that was apart of the problem; she wanted to be powerful and adored, even if it wasn't positive, just like her father. And yet here she was, back in The Typhoon with hardly anyone except for a select few that knew her. It was humiliating. At Roxanne's question, Aphra couldn't help but laugh. "It's a girl's night out, darling!" There was cheer in her voice, almost as if she was trying to force her extravagant energy onto the jaguar beside her.
Of course, upon noticing the tired, dull gaze Roxanne had, Aphra frowned. "I was hoping to get your mind off things." She responded with a sigh. "Wallowing in self-pity isn't going to help you." Michael definitely wasn't going to help, either. Or at least, that's what Aphra believed; men were disgusting pigs and she was afraid that Michael was going to try and shoot his chance with Roxanne. How ironic, for multiple reasons. As the jaguar looked up at the ceiling, Aphra let her gaze follow. She let out a breathy laugh, recalling the last time she was here. Ironically enough, it was with Pincher. Or was it when she discovered she was pregnant? Ah, one of the two. Didn't matter now.
"You're the one who choose to listen to me." Aphra mused, looking back at Roxanne with her head tilted to one side. "You could've just said you didn't want to come." At least Rox was doing the adult thing here and drinking water, unlike Aphra herself. Maybe she's thinking about her kids and how they would react to her being drunk; some people had morality, even if Aphra didn't - and that was something she had to learn. "Truthfully, hon, you need a night out. That's why I'm doing this." Stress never helped anyone.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
Of course, upon noticing the tired, dull gaze Roxanne had, Aphra frowned. "I was hoping to get your mind off things." She responded with a sigh. "Wallowing in self-pity isn't going to help you." Michael definitely wasn't going to help, either. Or at least, that's what Aphra believed; men were disgusting pigs and she was afraid that Michael was going to try and shoot his chance with Roxanne. How ironic, for multiple reasons. As the jaguar looked up at the ceiling, Aphra let her gaze follow. She let out a breathy laugh, recalling the last time she was here. Ironically enough, it was with Pincher. Or was it when she discovered she was pregnant? Ah, one of the two. Didn't matter now.
"You're the one who choose to listen to me." Aphra mused, looking back at Roxanne with her head tilted to one side. "You could've just said you didn't want to come." At least Rox was doing the adult thing here and drinking water, unlike Aphra herself. Maybe she's thinking about her kids and how they would react to her being drunk; some people had morality, even if Aphra didn't - and that was something she had to learn. "Truthfully, hon, you need a night out. That's why I'm doing this." Stress never helped anyone.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]