Oh my beautiful liar...

[deepestindigo]

Despite the sub-freezing weather, there are still a few people out and about in Chicago.

There's a whore walking the streets of Chicago, but not for the reasons you'd think. A blue-haired demon who goes by Indigo Jones has spent the day shopping, and is in a pretty good mood. She's locked her bags in the trunk of her car, and now she's searching

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[leanhungrytype]

Anka is, once again, out and about. Possibly she's just bored staying where it's warm, possibly she wanted to get something to eat, or possibly she's just weird. Either way, she's back out on the streets in her coat and boots that make her look like a tiny bear. She was content to just stare at the carnival posters, but the minute she sees Indigo, she skips over.

"Doesn't keep you as warm as it should, but is fun, yes?" She does a little hop-skip to indicate that was what she means just in case that's not immediately clear.

[deepestindigo]

It's another demon! Indy likes other demons. But then, Indy likes everyone. And if she finds out that Anka's another Organization demon, that'll be even better.

She grins broadly at Anka. "Yeah, there's always that. I'm Indy. Short for Indigo, not Indiana. Want some sugar?" She offers the Pixy Stix tube.

[leanhungrytype]

"Matches your hair, it does." Anka nods, grinning toothily. Somehow it does not occur to her that this may be a very obvious thing, but, well, Anka is Anka and noting things that are probably obvious is just a thing she do.

She eyes the Pixy Stick tube curiously. The poor, little depraved demon has never actually discovered the wonders of Pixy Sticks, so she's completely confused by the prospect of just eating what she assumes is just plain sugar. "Sugar? Like for baking? You... Can eat that by itself?"

Looks like you'll have to enlighten her, Indy.

[deepestindigo]

This girl's never had Pixy Stix. This is apparently deeply wrong and offensive to Indy.

"No, no, not the kind for baking. It's flavored. Really good. See?" She tips her head back and pours a thin stream of green powder into her mouth, then offers it to Anka. "Try some!"

She bounces a little on the balls of her feet, still grinning.

[leanhungrytype]

Well, far be it for Anka to reject something that seems to come so approved. She takes the offered tube and tilts it back into her mouth with only the slightest bit of hesitation and the minute some touches her tongue, she squeaks at the sensation of flavor on her tongue. She offers the tube back, covering her mouth with her hand, a grin spreading out from between her fingers like she's just tasted manna from Heaven.

Don't mind her, Indy, she's just savoring the taste and having her mind thoroughly blown.

[deepestindigo]

"Told you," Indy says, with a toothy grin. "Almost as good as a fresh kill, in a totally different way." She starts walking again, since she's starting to realize that it's really too cold to keep standing there, and she nods at Anka to come along. "I'm a Behemoth, by the way. And I'm cold. Bar's this way, if you want a drink."

She grins over her shoulder and starts skip-dancing again. She has a new demon friend -- because everyone's a friend unless they're a trick or a snack -- and they'll have drinks, and it'll be awesome.

[leanhungrytype]

Anka meets her toothy grin with one of her own. "Oh yes, yes." She dances after her, practically on her toes the whole time. "Cold, yes. Very. Shouldn't be out here, but it's boring in the complex. Everyone is so... Busy. No time for exploring or fun." Anka sulks a little, but she brightens up a bit at the prospect of revealing her own species. "I have not met another behemoth in this city yet!"

In true behemoth nature, she's more than happy at the prospect of having drinks with another behemoth and she joins in on the skip-dancing, humming some odd little tune cheerfully.

[deepestindigo]

"The complex? Are you Org?" That should absolutely be vague enough that if she's not, it won't give much away, but if she is...

Indy ducks into the nearest bar, full of light and people, and holds the door open for Anka, still grinning broadly. She's trying not to be too excited by the possibility. On the other hand...

Another Organization Behemoth? This could be the best thing ever.

[leanhungrytype]

Anka does a very tiny pirouette on the sidewalk just as Indy opens the door for her and then bounds inside, giving her the most innocent of looks as she passes her, "Oh? That is what we're calling it, yes?"

She understands the need for secrecy too, and she's doing a fairly decent job of containing her own glee. And here she thought that behemoths weren't even remotely the sort the Organization dealt with!

She's liking this new job more and more, oh yes.

[deepestindigo]

"That is!" Indy shoots back a face-eating grin (not literally at the moment, oh well) and a wink, bouncing a little.

"So. Let's have drinks. Let's have so many drinks!" She makes her way over to the bar, and glances back at Anka. "Do you like hot chocolate? There's this thing they make, with hot chocolate and butterscotch Schnapps, and it's to die for. Sweet and warm." She grins and hugs herself a little. Sugary alcoholic things are the best.