Thread: Neon (1x1 WilyRily & Niksis)

Morning had come and gone, Dylan having well overslept in her drunken stupor. Of course her thoughts before bed hadn't wandered, seeing as how as soon as she hit her mattress she had passed out. Last night had been a mess, and she was sure that there were about sixteen messages from her mother on her answering machine. Not that any of it mattered, the redhead had no intention of changing who she was, not that she could if she wanted to. Everything felt as though it was sticking to her, the sheets and pillows, along with her clothing from the previous day. To day she felt gross was a bit of an understatement. Before doing anything else she made her way into the bathroom, turning on the light and taking a look in the mirror. Everything was a mess. Her hair was now a lopsided messy ponytail, and the light amount of mascara and eyeliner she had been wearing was now melting down her face. Luckily she had slept long enough to where her eyes weren't puffy with hangover goodness. Stripping down she turned on the water, making sure it was hot enough to where the bathroom started to steam. It was only when she was underneath the stream that her mind finally wandered to what had happened the night before. Of course she wasn't proud of the way she had acted...but it certainly wasn't out of character. Oh and Jonas...the Peacekeeper. Thinking of him filled her with a strange mixture of curiosity and annoyance. After about half an hour of steaming in the shower and washing off she hopped from oval tub and onto the bathroom floor, that long red hair dripping heavily around her feet. A big black robe was pulled from a hangar on the back of the door and wrapped around her frame, fastened tightly with belt around her waist. About an hour later she was finally dried and dressed, having taken some time to just lounge about and watch TV. Being who she was there was no need to work, and her apartment was one that most people could only dream of owning. A large and opulent penthouse with windows that stretched out over the city, rising from the floor to ceiling. Dylan never considered herself spoiled however, seeing as how she never actively bragged about who she was or tried to rub it in any ones face. Today she opted for a pair of tight black jeans, hugging her frame comfortably and tucked into a pair of warn brown boots at her feet. Her upper half was layered, a black tank top covered with a loose fitting sweater which hung down and off her body with an almost lazy drape of fabric. This time she ditched the ponytail, letting her long red hair fall free, bangs framing her delicate features. The weather was a bit questionable, another overcast day, which was the main reason she had opted for the pants and sweater. It was a specific craving that had her leaving the comforts of home, and that was lunch at her favorite spot. It wasn't a restaurant she was headed to, but a hotdog vendor with a crazy mustache and funny accent that she was after. It wasn't too long of a walk, and as soon as the metal vending cart was in sight her footsteps quickened, mouth watering. Dylan!! I was wondering when you were going to show up! Little late in the day, eh? The man eyed her knowingly. It wasn't hard to guess why a beautiful young girl might be having a late start to her day. His name was Stephan, and he was middle aged and stocky with a personality to match his stature. Before she could even say her first word he was fixing up her usual fare. Yeah well...last night got a little out of hand. I needed to sleep off my shame. Dylan stuck out her tongue teasingly, reaching out for the food as soon as it had been prepared and taking a large bite. With her mouth still somewhat full she continued to speak. How's Bianca? Still at training? Stephan's daughter had recently enrolled in Peacekeeper academy, and although she felt that decision was a little more than stupid, she still cared about their well being. After all, they had been friends once upon a time. Bianca was the main reason she was eating her hotdog right in this very moment, so she couldn't very well hate her. Oh she loves it! You know her, always striving for excellence in everything she does. I imagine she's giving those boys a run for their money. Oh no doubt. I owe her a thank you for last night. Had it not been for her I think I may have very well gotten mugged last night. It was then she realized she probably would have been fine, seeing as Jonas had been close by, unbeknownst to her. Stephan was obviously not taking that news well, a concerned look of shock spreading across his face. Don't give me that look. I'm fine! See!! Tip-top shape!