twenty-nine
[Delysia, having braved the Death Match alone, sits alone with a drink in hand and her expression blank.
Her feelings are reminiscent of those nights when Nick would sweet talk her, only to run off to his business. Upset doesn't quite define it. At least she knew where Nick was, even if his dealings were rather shady. She can't even say she knows where Jun is.
She fiddles with the ring on her finger as she looks off and away, hoping her surroundings and a drink or two will distract her.]
(ooc: Pester pester pester? She needs some more CR. :3)
Her feelings are reminiscent of those nights when Nick would sweet talk her, only to run off to his business. Upset doesn't quite define it. At least she knew where Nick was, even if his dealings were rather shady. She can't even say she knows where Jun is.
She fiddles with the ring on her finger as she looks off and away, hoping her surroundings and a drink or two will distract her.]
(ooc: Pester pester pester? She needs some more CR. :3)