Over the past few months she couldn't help but feel as though the entire city was simply holding its breath. She had seen less and less of her mysterious bosses, as if they were all hiding from the night as well. She simply didn't understand it. Her clientele seemed to shift a bit as well - there were more regulars in Venture than she could have ever remembered and soon the same old beautiful stoic faces began to bore her.
Even Sam had visited infrequently - something, undoubtedly, to do with Jake, her master. For a while she just thought it was a temporary thing, figuring that Venture's popularity just wasn't as good as the owners first imagined it to be. There was a little fretting on her end, especially when her mind began to race about the stability of this job and the continual flow of her bills - from school, from living, and of course her surgeries - but when she finally started counting her money, nothing really had changed. Yet she was still left with the lingering presence of a thought - something was different in the city.
Levinia left her car at home this Thursday night, enjoying the race through the subway first heading east on the Western and then south along the Southern line for the first time in a long time. She typically liked the privacy of her car - even after having completed her transitions, it still sometimes felt unsafe on the subway. Tonight, however, her confidence was lifted by the perfection of her
outfit and make-up, which made her feel a bit safer than usual. Before leaving her apartment, she applied winged black eyeliner with a very faint coral shadow on her lids to match her blouse. Longer than her average tee - and much cuter to boot! - this taupe blouse fanned out wonderfully around her hips like a very short dress. To match, she slipped into a tight pair of fitted dark navy jeans with a peach belt. A classy pair of black pumps and her thin black leather jacket later, she ran out of her apartment, long blonde hair fluttering behind her in the sunset as she strode boldly into the night.
She couldn't remember the last time she had seen Sam - in or out of work - so tonight was cause for a special outfit and an especially good mood. Levvy appeared from the subway station closest to Venture unharmed and unharrassed, her headphones blasting the latest from Tori Amos, loud enough for any passing vampire to hear. It was only when she reached the queue for the door - choosing to be polite and not take advantage of her position as a staff member to jump the line or go through a back door - that she actually craned her head around to do a quick search for her friend whom she missed so dearly.
