<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5fYgOw5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Los Angeles, CA | July 22, 2017 | 11:13 pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Hrithik, Semi-open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Post-concert wind down<br/><hr/>It was yet<i>another</i>fantastic concert and once again the light show was exquisite. Dara was feeling quite proud of herself, her control over her abilities had grown significantly since she first began this job nearly 3 years ago and it was doing<i>wonders</i>for helping her harness her skills to a finer finesse. Now days she found herself marginally holding back on the full extent of what she could create with the particles of light resting within the concert hall – but one of<i>Womb Emergency’s</i>most enamoring aspects was that no two concerts were exactly alike, and Dara was a big part of that. The shows changed from act to act and her laser shows became more detailed and impressive every single day. Every time the crowd roared as one of her creations weaved across the stage or over their heads she felt a high unlike anything she’d ever experienced. To put it lightly she<i>loved</i>her job and she wouldn’t trade it for a million bucks. She was happy here, with her sister and the crew.<br/><br/>Even now - nearly an hour after the concert had come to its final song - she was still feeling that pleasant buzz of accomplishment. Most of the cleanup was done and all of her equipment had already been packed up. Most of the band was taking up some extra time after to meet with some of the fans that had backstage passes, while some even wandered out into the entry hall to give a few lucky people an autograph and a photo with them. Most, at least, Sam was already making her way back to the relaxing haven the shared changing room and lounge provided. The moment she spotted Dara a grin split her face. “Fuckin’<i>amazing</i>!” She exclaimed as her arms came out at her side like she aimed to tackle Dara in a hug but the blond danced out of her attack zone with a snicker.<br/><br/>“You’re gonna have to hug me sometime, bitch!” The pink haired monstrosity that was currently Sam stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry. ”I don’t gotta do<i>shit</i>, slut.” Dara shot back with one of her famous lopsided grins, dodging yet<i>another</i>hug attempt. The two women rolled their eyes as each other, chuckling.<br/><br/>“Your light shows just keep getting better and better.” Sam finally gave up with a compliment, her shoulders rolling as she tried to work out an ache that’d started to invade her upper back. “But don’t get to skilled, kay? Or we might have to pay you more.” Oh was that smirk on her face so very sly, one that Dara quickly mirrored. ”You barely pay me shit as it is, I’m sure a few more pennies won’t lighten your pockets<i>to much</i>, puissant.” Honestly, Sam was probably one of the closest people to her besides Shae. She had no doubt in her mind that one day she’d be getting that hug she kept bugging the fuck out of her for.<i>One day.</i><br/><br/>“Being around my sexy ass should be payment enough.” Sam chuckled as she made her way to one of the beaten up couches and plopped across it like she owned the whole damn thing. She groaned as she allowed herself to sink into the worn out cushions. Dara shook her head and leaned against the wall just above her head, peering down at the guitarist. ”Where’s that bastard, anyways? You know, the one constantly connected to you by the dick whenever you’re in town.. What’s his name again?” Dara shown one of those famous shit-eating grins down at the woman and she was rewarded with amber gems glinting back up at her mischievously. “Hm… I know who you’re talking about, but—“ She glanced sidelong in a show of strained thought. “I just can’t remember his name. It’s been so long since he bothered to come around, I guess that’s what happens when you become a lame-ass<i>doctor</i>.”<br/><br/>Oh, they were perfectly aware that said man was listening in on their very conversation and that only seemed to egg them on further – the two snickering amongst themselves as they mutually slid him coy glances and fluttered their lashes at him.