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Astarte lunged toward him, knocking him to the ground. She started off by licking his blood, then she bit into him and drank menicingly from him.

Rowaneath entered the graveyard in a clean pair of dark blue jeans, light blue tight fitting top and see through grey blouse. She looked about slowly seeing if there were any mourners about, she saw Diego and a vampire a fair bit of and took a diffrent route, she had promised Jeff that she would go after Diego only when he was there. She saw a young widow who cringed at every sound "perfect" she muttered under her breath licking her lips lightly. She smiled lightly at the womans back and tapped her shoulder, as she turned about Rowaneath lunged and bit her about the neck then drank deeply from the wound.

Rowaneath licked the last of the blood off her lips and sighed heavily "I want... Vodka" she shivered at the last memory of having vodka and spat on the ground "maybe beer some Bailey's and cream" she was still watching the woman wondering if she should bury the body.

She only drank more hungerly as each minute past.

((me too. night))

Alethea very happy-like, walked into the graveyard. She bopped to her beat on her ipod, swaying her hips ever so delicately and shaking her arms, this way and that as her fingers rippled like water as she smoothed her hands down her body, creating a dance more out of it. She smiled foolishly as she slipped out a mini bottle of vodka out and popped off the top taking a nice long shot.

Diego was boring her, so she found another source of entertainment. She had several miniature bottles in a black bag that was hanging off her right and left shoulder. She danced around in the graveyard, but not like a crazy person. She swayed and be-boped to her favorite reggaeton beats, for she loved a lot of different music but her favorites for reggeaton when she was dancing.

Although she wasn't completely or foolishly drunk yet, she was tipsy and she liked it. Although the graveyard was an odd place to pick for a party, let alone to drink at...but she did and she couldn't care anymore right now because the world didn't exist, it was just her and her vodka and music, for she always did love music and poems and what not.

She continued taking long, mouth-full drinks of vodka and before she knew it, she finished her second mini bottle which she had about 10 left. This was a good feeling, so she decided to through the little glass bottle backwards, above her head and until she began sobering up, she wouldn't drink anymore. Instead, she continued to prance and dance around the graveyard, as if the world didn't exist and nobody was watching.

"OW!" said Pullo when a glass bottle smashed into his head. "Who threw that?! It hurt!"