{BELIEVE THE SOUND WHEN THE TRUTH WILL SEND YOU FALLING}

dress [in black]

Adria shouldn't have been here. In fact, the tiny girl shouldn't have been out at all. But, for the time being, let's just ignore that, shall we? Okay. Back on topic. Adria, although she enjoyed the site of women just as much as men, wasn't exactly the kind of person to go to a strip club. Ever. Unless she was dragged by a friend/boyfriend/girlfriend... but she wasn't. And yet.. here she was, miniature frame standing there, staring at the women dancing on the poles.

Still wondering why she was here? Here's the answer: alcohol. Jack Daniels to be exact. And Adria had drank a lot of it. Thus- the reason the girl was in this building in the first place. She was skimply dressed, the short dress falling dangeriously high on her thighs, and her black pumps, rising her up about three inches, so she was finally 5'. Her long black hair, streaked with green, fell around her face, bangs covering up her vision. Copper eyes surrounded with black eyeliner scanned the area for an empty table so she could sit and maybe have something more to drink.

And then she found a table.
Or- so she thought.

Slowly walking over to a booth, she slid into the nearest seat she could reach, and was surprised by another presence there. She jolted upright, staring at the face of a dark haired male. And although Adria was far from sober, she could still sense that this man was not human. She had somewhat of a sixth sense that let her feel the presence of another "magical," if you will, being that was nearby. And this male was definitely nearby.

She blinked a few times, looked at him again, then started giggling. The giggling eventually turned into full-blown laughter, however, as she tilted over and fell into his lap, facing up. She reached up and petted his hair with a petite hand, then letting it fall to his shoulder. "You're prettyyyyyyyy" she slurred, then immediately began giggling again. "M'names Adriaaaaaaaaa!"

{AND WHEN EVERYTHING IS GOING PERFECT, JUST KNOW THAT IT WILL ALL COME CRASHING DOWN}

"Edwaaaaaard..." Adria grinned sheepishly while gazing up at his face. Never before could she remember when she had ever been this drunk. This was probably the first time she would ever wake up without a whisp of knowledge of what had happened the night before- and the failed memory wouldn't be from a change, either. A giggle escaped her lips as she sat upright beside him, leaning in close to his face. "I like your eeeeeeeeeeeeeeyes," she whispered, then drew back quickly and froze.

"Uh-oh..." she spoke quietly, looking around nerviously, then bursting out into another gigglefit. Reaching into her bra [yes, bra] she pulled out her thin razr phone, and covered her mouth with her free hand. "It vibrateeeeed." Yeah. She tended to draw out words when she was drunk. And when she was hyper. But right now, she was drunk.

Adria set the phone down onto the table, head rolled back in laughter. She couldn't remember a time where she wasn't a happy drunk. Even if she had been horribly depressed when she began drinking, by the end of the night she was always smiling and laughing and doing something horribly stupid. But usually she could control herself. Usually she had some modesty and sense about her. But not now. No, not now.

As she continued laughing, she rocked foreward, then backwards suddenly, banging her head on the back of the seat. "SHIT!" she screamed, grabbing the back of her head and looking towards Edward, eyes flashing dangerously yellow, showing the sign of her wolf-state ready to emerge. But she didn't notice it. Well, she did, but didn't pay any attention to it. Yet. She just stared at the boy... just... staring. The jolt had somehow made her at least a bit more sober, but not much. She could think now. Sort of. Well, let's just say that as of now, she could think clearly enough to realize that she had just revealed herself to this boy that she was a werewolf.

That is- if he even saw it at all.