I don’t know, but I really hope I get to be Sarah Sanderson. She was bangin’.
Ah, the slut. How cute.
Hmm, I’ve never head that one before. I’ll take some fries. Yeah, I’m Naomi.
Uh huh. Right.
It’s pretty. How long have you had it?
You’ve got a cat? No, no, this Simon guy. Like, do you care about ‘em.
Since birth, I think.
I do have a cat, Tony. Uh. It’s difficult to say… He raised me. But then when I was 14… He found out what I was and kind of ignored… kicked out.
You didn’t set it up as a statement, either.
Jesus fuck. Who even cares?!
Sit around and laugh at the costumes that improperly display supernatural creatures. —last time I checked, I didn’t have remnants of a flannel left over after a shift.
If someone can portray a dhampir through a costume, I’d be impressed.
Do you miss it?
It is, but I worked there for a tiny bit. really nice if you work in the bartending side of things.
I mean, if I worked in a bar on Bourbon, I’d probably hate it. Too many drunk tourists.
Yup Born and raised there. So is my sister—at least the raised part. But yeah! It’s nice to meet another NOLA local.
Well—ignoring the parade part. We’ll make it like a party on Bourbon Street. Trust me. We can pull that part off.
As much as I love it, Bourbon Street is a tad overrated.
A locket? Can I see?
Do you love him?
Love who? I love my cat… unless you’re talking about my dad…
What? No Terra and Beast Boy are in love!
I can’t talk to you anymore.