Final sunrays had dipped beyond the horizon a mere two hours before. Even so, things had not quieted, but simpley slowed. Mortals trudged through an attempt to make themselves nocturnal, it seemed, and several flavors of them roamed the streets, to Fauve's pleasure. She desperatley wanted the times when stepping out at night was unheard of, when ladies knew their place was behind their husbands. The fashions had changed dramatically in a few scarce years. However, she did share one joy with the general population here. Over-expensive coffee.

Fauve was 5ft. 2in. of erotic damsel. Her copper hair was pinned casually atop her head, and she wore a simple olive tank top under a denim jacket. A thick brown belt fit neatly around her brown mini skirt, and little matching high-heels neatly finished off her look. Seeing her from behind, or even from the side, she could be called adorable. Seeing her head-on, however, she was lovely. Elegant. She was the picture of sixteen-year old beauty at its most innocent. Though not the most spectacular beauty, she had youthful charm, and a way she held herself that spoke volumes for her grace and intellect. All she needed was a poetry book to carry around. Instead, she gathered a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and layed down her money with the other, pumping the brew full of cream and sugar until it looked nothing like the black substance it had been before.

With that she swirled delicatley on her heel, seating herself at a table near the counter, in clear view of the door. She sipped at her heavily sweetened beverage, flashing welcoming smiles to anybody who met her gaze as they passed. She sat with her legs crossed, one arm resting on the back of her chair as she surveyed the faces of those entering, those lingering, and those leaving with what seemed great interest. She could feel the pulses of them all weighing down on her, pushing her to hunt... She sighed at herself, pushing against the temptation. She had fed already. She had to quit. A hand trailed absently to her stomach. She tried to feed as little as possible. Not because she pitied or felt guilty for her prey. As sweet as she seemed, she had few regrets. No, she had more internal issues. So she bit the inside of her lip until it bled(which, of course, didn't take much from her due to obvious reasons) and sipped at her coffee before heaving a sigh and smiling sweetly as somebody entered.

Fiona enerted into the Tres Chic looking forward to a nice hot cup of coffe. She returned the sweet smile of the bea utiful woman ahead of her shly, before taking a seat by the window. She felt a little embrassed, the woman who had smiled was beautiful and dressed to show it. Fiona, though not into the whole looking best part, couldn't help feeling self-concioues. She was wearing ripped jeans and a small black sweater, with black worn sneakers. Her orange hair was teid up in a messy bun and today she sported a pair of half moon spectales.

She shifted uncomforably, glancing at the woman out of the corner of her eye.

Fauve had to take a sip of coffee to keep herself from smirking at the girl's glances. Discomfort, confusion, dislike...it could be any of these. The trick was finding out. Without being too obvious.

As a man walked in, she gave him a saucy smile, stealing a glance at the girl as she moved by, and shifting slightly as if to keep the man within her site. She downed the rest of her coffee with a quick grimace, standing to follow him up to the counter and straightening her skirt as she moved. She seemed to whisper something to herself, and, upon hearing it, the man took his coffee and moved to the table she'd been sitting at, trance-like.

Satisfied that she looked slightly upset by this, she ordered a refill, and repeated the proccess of surrendering money and pumping coffee heavily with cream and sugar until it looked just like her previous one. She made a show of looking around, and with a sigh, swayed to the table this girl sat at, frowning sweetly. "Hey there...Would you mind if I..." She motioned to the chair opposite of her innocently.

Fiona looked at at the woman, uncomforabtly."Uh-sure.Go ahead." To herself she goarned slighty. Having a woman that was oblivously more beautiful and confiendent then herself, just made her even more self coniseous.


She tugged on her sweater sleeve, glancing at the woman form time to time,and looking quickly down.The man who had sat down at the table did not help Fiona' sitiution anymore then having the woman there.

"Thanks," She gave a shy smile and seated herself, extending a pallid hand to the girl. "Call me Fauve," She grinned and looked the girl over for a moment, feeling drowned in her discomfort.

She just needs a little ego-boost, Fauve decided, and with a decisive smile, tilted her head inquiringly. "I love your sweater," She lied, looking quite sincere as she looked over the sweater. It fit the girl's style, but it would never fit in with her own. Fauve was much too colorful for that. Not what you'd expect from a vampire.

"You know, you should try wearing some green. It'd look great, with your hair color and such." She gave a winning smile, hoping her idle girl chatter would gain a bit of openness from her.

Fiona extended her hand blushing,"I'm Fiona McBride. Green? I do like the color green. And I love your look." She added shyly. Fiona felt herself relax slighty, now that she knew the woman's name and was speaking with her she didn't find her as bad as she thought.

Fauve frowned and nodded in what seemed like understanding. Of course, all color was pleasing to her, so she was lost at how to respond. "Um...thanks." It was her turn to be timid. This was one of the few moments that Fauve Genevieve didn't have anything to say. She took a sip of coffee to bide time, savoring what had become a sour taste in her mouth. She coughed, covering a grimace with a quick hand and shifting with obvious discomfort.

Of course, it was always hard to strike a conversation with somebody so shy, but playing with mortal minds was what she did best. Fauve leaned back, flashing a smile. "You're not going to get any coffee?" She inquired, squirming to pull money from her back pocket before sliding it onto the table. "A gift from a stranger." Her crooked grin was kindly enough. She leaned back again, stretching muscles that ached to be used.

Like her jaw. She clamped it shut, grating her teeth for a moment when she hoped it'd go unnoticed. Then she set her smile back into place, choking down another swallow of coffee.