The girl with the sick tattoos.

[Alexandra Patterson]

Alex climbed the steps of the stage with the guitar one of the managers let her use in one hand as her name was called. She was excited to perform tonight. It had been while since she last perform for a crowd and yeah this might only be a talent show at this underground teen club, but she just couldn't help it. She had skills and she loved when other people knew of them. Especially when it came to her skills as a singer.

Anyone who knew Alex knew the girl usually more of a rock and screamo kind of girl, but tonight she decided to play something calmer. She grabbed the mic and looked out to the decent crowd that had come out. "Hey guys I'm Alex Patterson and you have the pleasure to no only look at me but hear me sing tonight," she said with a smile and wink. She sat down on the stool that was up their and started to sing and play on the guitar Killing Me Softly. "Stumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words."

When she was done she got up and bowed as the crowd clapped for her. "Thanks for listing," she said speaking into the mic. She handed the guitar to the owner who was off the side of the stage and walked off. She smiled appreciative as people came up her to her as she walked threw the crowd to tell her she did a good job but right now all that singing had her mouth dry and just wanted to make it to the snack bar. As she sat at the bar se sat on the bar stool. "One coke pretty please". The girl looked over to see a familiar girl with tattoos sitting next to her. She knew she has seen the tattoos before. She tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey do I know you from somewhere"? 

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy was the kind of person who didn't mind being on her own, social setting or no. But part of the reason she was there wasn't to do with being social at all. She wondered if she might catch a glimpse of Rowan; she wasn't even sure if he was back yet, given his decision to stay completely silent whenever he was gone. Why he was being so ridiculously distant after doing the same thing last time, she didn't know. She wasn't even sure she wanted to know.

But if nothing else, the music was good. The Australian was sure she recognised the girl who was up there, but she couldn't be certain, and she had no intention of finding out.

Until that girl she'd been looking at happened to come and sit beside her. With her forearms pressed to the bar, Lucy didn't bother to glance at her until she felt someone tap her shoulder. The moment unfamiliar fingers collided with her skin, the inhabitants of her heavily tattooed arm glanced towards the girl beside her. The Siberian tiger flashed its teeth, and Lucy finally followed their gaze.

"You were at the gayest spin the bottle game ever." Lucy said, raising her eyebrows once, "I'm good with faces, not so much with names."

[Alexandra Patterson]

"Oh yeah, I remember now. I was actually hoping to run into you again sometime and same. I always know a person faces but never know how I do or what their names are. Though I couldn't forget those sick tattoos of yours". Alex smiled at the bartender as he handed her hair coke. She opened it and drunk some before she started talking. "So you come here to perform tonight"?

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy listened as she spoke, taking in the details as she gave them. It seemed right off the bat that they had something in common; faces, not names. She honestly didn't expect to be remembered from what little she gave to the night itself. It genuinely surprised her. She glanced down at her own arm when her tattoos are mentioned, feeling the shift in the sets of eyes that lived on her left.

The lion, the tiger and the warrior all turned their attention towards this girl. "Lucy. Serrano." She said, because she doubted this girl had ever heard her name before, so of course she had no way to know it.

"Nah, just killing time." She replied, waving her hand at the notion of setting foot anywhere near a stage, "That you up there before?"