Smoke drifted lazily throughout the room, obscuring Johnnie’s already blurred vision. She was so close to drunken bliss, all she needed was two more drinks and she’d be numb. Sylvia squeezed the succubus’s arm while leaning forward, laughing and clinging to Robert’s shoulder. Sylvia’s eyes were glazed, her blonde tresses chaotic, and her morale loosened. Robert eyed her with a gleam in his eyes, his arm stretching behind her thin back. He leaned in and pressed a small kiss to her forehead and she smiled up at him sweetly. Johnnie felt sick. She pressed the cigarette to her lips and inhaled, smoke filling her mouth wondrously. She allowed the plume of smoke to escape her lips in an opaque storm before she leaned frontward and shook Sylvia’s wrist.<br/><br/>“You’re bent, Sylvia.” Johnnie laughed, releasing the thin bone and stealing the woman’s drink. Throwing her head back, Johnnie downed it in one go.<br/><br/>Johnnie glanced around the anteroom, her eyes roving over everyone in the room. No one new had yet to catch her attention, she determined, after half of the room had been surveyed by her watchful eyes. Johnnie had been going to the Sheik and Sheba Palace for years now; she’s met anyone and everyone in this joint at least twice, or so she suspected. None of these acquaintances had managed to grab her attention and after a night or two out with them, she’d quickly travel to a new night companion. Tonight she had sought Robert’s companionship and met Sylvia, a<span style="font-style: italic">human</span>doll with a crush on the gorgeous Robert. Johnnie knew that she couldn’t play with his property, so she decided to futz around with the duo until something more appealing came along. Almost immediately, the blonde skirt had grown attached to the disconnected immortal and neglected Robert throughout most of the night to engage Johnnie in meaningless chatter. Later on, the brunette discovered that little Sylvia was some baby vamp at a nearby school of some sorts, not that it was important…just rare.<br/><br/>The blonde stared at<span style="font-style: italic">the Temptress</span>through half-lidded baby blues, chuckling as Johnnie proceeded to filch everyone’s drink at their table. Once all of them had been consumed, she waved her hand frantically for more. Sylvia leaned away from Robert’s chest and motioned towards Johnnie’s cigarette. “Butt me.”<br/><br/>The succubus laughed in reply and placed the ciggy between her red painted lips, lighting it quickly and effectively. Despite the company Sylvia offered, Johnnie found herself begin to bore – there was only so much entertainment one could receive from watching two people flirt. With a resigned sigh, the brunette downed another drink and hoped she’d be plastered soon.