Makota. Millicent had met him a few years ago as she was walking home from the cemetery that held Arellaâ€™s original body. The bump into his electric soul magnetic, and although they didnâ€™t spend as much time together as she would like, she adored her time with him. He, of all rights, should have been born a woman, yet, their Maker decided no. Makota didnâ€™t care, nor did Mill, Makota was awesome wrapped up like a Spring Roll fresh from the market.<br/><br/>Seeing him approach caused Mill to squeal, the outfit divine and Mill made sure Makota knew with two and a half snaps and a twirl that he was ALL woman tonight, kissing his cheeks and giggling as he spoke to Amehelia. â€˜Makota, this is Amehelia. Ame, Makota!â€™ Amehelia sniffed in his direction, banging the tip of her cane off the ground with force, her wrinkled face peering up at him, â€˜pertty dress, ya shoul let olâ€™ Ame wear dat getup!!â€™ The crone cackled and smacked her lips, causing Milllicent to poke at the old woman between her eyes. â€˜stop it, Ameâ€¦behave.â€™ Millâ€™s attention turns to Makota as he shows off his look and she beams at him, â€˜I adore your look and am SO glad you came!â€™<br/><br/>Amehelia, immediately grabbed Millâ€™s wrist, tugging her face to the old croneâ€™s lips as she stated in her raspy voice, â€˜dat ain no girl, Milly! An  dat man ain fit ta eat!!â€™. Mill grinned at Ame, nodding in agreement, thankful Ame wasnâ€™t going to attempt that, and stated as they walked down the curb to both Ame and Makota, â€˜I know of the perfect place for you, auntie. Lots of men for you to oogle over.â€™ Amehelia cackled with delight, her cane smacking around at ankles and feet, as Mill led the trio to the front entry of a club she had known of here for years now, yet never stepped inside.<br/><br/>Kathrine was well known, for her beauty and grace, for her â€˜jobâ€™ and for those that drank as Kathrine and Mill did, this establishment was a gathering place for many not of a mortal nature. Millicent had never met Kathrine, and until this night, had no intentions to; two women of their caliber, together, was dangerous. Mill felt tonight, the danger was more in getting in trouble than anything, and was as prepared as she could be, with both Amehelia and Makota with her.<br/><br/>Amehelia, wasted no time, she caught eye of one of the men inside, as did Mill; and she did her best to look at this man from the chin up, as hard as it was. Amehelia, well, already  staggered in, cackling with glee, cane whipping at the manâ€™s bare arse as she demanded a drink. Millâ€™s hand pulls to her face, the pad of her thumb and forefinger pressing against her eyes, head shaking, whispering to Makota, â€˜God help us all this night, my friendâ€¦.the woman is evil!â€™.<br/><br/>Mill grins now, shrugging at Makota and stepping inside, stating in a bold and matter-of-fact tone, â€˜no doubt Iâ€™m hitting the whiskey tonightâ€¦â€™