come to play my game (Talon)

Her intentions tonight were not of the good kind. In fact she was very much sure the little twit that she had to share a body with would faint if she knew of the thoughts that occupied Isadora's mind. It had been far too long since she'd had her last bout of freedom and she was going to make the most of it, which meant partying until she couldn't move, and soothing her blood lust that had been building up for the past few years. She still wanted to burn down the damn barn, but the same reason as always was stopping her. It wouldn't be worth it if Izzy didn't know it was happening, and she wasn't willing to give control back to that clueless brat for an instant. She didn't much like how there wasn't much clothing in the closet, at least clothing that she would wear, she was starting to become desperate for something appropriate to wear to go to Indulgence (finally mind you) tonight.

She dug through the closet, pushing aside shirts that she'd never wear. She wanted a dress, she liked her dresses and she only wore jeans when she had too. And even then they weren't the kind of jeans Isadora would ever wear. She was much too much of a vain bitch to wear dirty jeans that smelt like the horses outside. She hated it here. She wanted to be in the city, but she needed to get Josi off of her fucking trail before he shoved her back into the little box that was her prison in Izzy's head. He was the only one that could and as long as she avoided him she was going to be just fine. Ah, there we are. Another of her dresses hidden in the back of the closet, safe from being removed when Isadora lost her control. She slipped it on, the dark purple and black of the dress looked nice with her long dark hair.

The dress hugged her curves, which was exactly the point. She was going to dress simple tonight, the dress, some fantastic heels and a shiny bracelet she'd stolen from someone on one of her escapades through the city the other day. She slipped the heels on and headed out of the door, brushing a hand through her slight curls. The trip to the club was relatively short, and she glanced around the first floor of the club with idle eyes. She spotted a few interesting characters but Isadora was much too proud of a creature to hang out with the low class, which was exactly what these people were down here. The upper level? Now that was the place to be. She breezed past the people on the first floor, head held high and heels clicking on the floor, though the music certainly drowned that out. Oh well, not that she cared. She made her way up to the second floor and the first thing she did was grab a drink, oh it had been such a long time since she'd had one of these.

The little twit didn't drink a drop of alcohol. Which was annoying as hell since Isadora liked to drink. Her lips twitched down to a frown, even when she was in control and attempting to have fun the bitch just had to invade her thoughts. She needed a distraction, god damn she needed one right now. She turned, her back against the counter of the bar and her eyes sliding over the crowd that was certainly lesser than the floor before, but still filled with just delicious looking people. Isadora was very much excited to play her games tonight. She just needed a partner, willing or not it didn't matter. Isadora could get anyone to play her games. Oh, there was an attractive man, very much so. Her lips curled into a grin, her eyes narrowed as her gaze became predatory. Hello handsome Her voice purred in her head and she suppressed a laugh. If only that little twit knew the things that were running through her head about the dark haired man. She blinked slowly, staring without a hint of shame.

Her lips were curled into a grin that surely said 'come and play'. She really did hope he'd come and play, she was tired of being in the back seat and watching that goody two shoe Izzy waltz around, wasting her days with her stupid ideas. She needed this freedom. And she'd take this freedom.