There was a little makeover party in their small abode. Cruz followed with ease though there was a constant peering at Esper. Her power had made him more smitten with her friend and there was a stab of jealousy still coursing through her when they arrived at the Devil's Lair. One of Zeke's lesser known establishments -- catering to the darker side of things. Not that all of them didn't in one form or another, even his charitous nature was dark and self serving. He wouldn't be family otherwise. Roza thought to herself. It was all part of being the outcast -- the Romani -- the gypsies and wanderers. There was a little bitterness in all of them. We take what we earn, Roza thought to herself and she slid through the crowd.
"I want to dance." She took Rena and Esper by the hand and yanked them into the throng of people. Cruz would follow. He was lead on their strings with more enticing fruits
"I want to dance." She took Rena and Esper by the hand and yanked them into the throng of people. Cruz would follow. He was lead on their strings with more enticing fruits