• Violet •
I haven’t even been back for ten minutes and I’m already bored out of my mind. I’m playing with the piercing in my cheek, staring around the bar. Most of the Soul Eaters are gone, and all the bikers are huddled up at their little “big boys” table.
“Hey.”
I look up from my haze and find a girl standing close to me who I haven’t seen before. She looks like a Soul Eater, but with more clothes on. She smiles and takes a seat beside me.
“Devil’s sister. Violet, right?” she says, leaning over the bar and grabbing a bottle of Jack from behind it. She pops the cap and takes a sip straight from the bottle—no glass.
“Yeah... And you are?”
She pushes the bottle toward me, tilting her head a bit when I take a sip.
“Tessa. Club Bee Mama. Promoted Soul Eater. Don’t worry—I’m not into b
