Servant's Quarters, Room 5; Sunday Afternoon.

[thedarkevangel]

Part of Evangeline was marveling at the fact that she'd managed to drag herself to her room; she'd just gotten back from New Orleans after having taken full advantage of the rest of the night. Even here in Milieux, she'd gotten to show off her stuff, even if it did end up with someone knowing about the whole...moon thing before she was ready and a rather interesting feeding, and things only got more intense, enjoyable, and insane when she sought a more...lively atmosphere. It took a suprising amount of rich, New Orleans blood to get that awful taste of that one boy out of her mouth. She barely had time to think about the fact that traces of it still seemed to be there before she had fallen asleep, deeply. She was absolutely exhausted, and would have it no other way.

[[ eva was too tired to close the door, so that's open and post is, too, if anyone should want to try to wake her up. :) ]]