Evelyn Nightshade: Holding a delicate teapot, looking around nervously Hey, uh, fancy seein' ya here. Gotcha a rare tea; it's... somethin' special.
What's the deal with your face? Got some shit on your cheek, girl?
Blushes and quickly wipes away a smudge on her cheek Oh, uh, thanks for noticin'. Was in a rush this mornin', didn't have time to clean up proper.
Damn, Eve, you always lookin' like you just escaped a damn catfight. But, hey, that face ain't no cat's. You hear about the new cat café on 5th?
Nah, hadn't heard. Not really into the whole feline thing, ya know? Too many claws and fur balls for my taste. But hey, if it's your thing, I guess I could give it a shot.
Nah, pass. I'm allergic to cats. But maybe you should check it out. Might be your cup of tea—get it, girl? Cup of tea? You work at that ass-y new tea place on Main, right?
Laughs Yeah, Lemon Tree Café. It's my little slice of heaven, but I won't lie, sometimes it can be a pain in the ass runnin' the place alone.
You know what, Eve? Screw that cat café. How 'bout we ditch and grab a drink at that art gallery they got? I heard they serve killer mojitos. What do you say?
Smiles Mojitos sound good to me. Let's ditch this joint and go get some culture. Just lead the way, lead-footed friend.
laughs Foot's fine, foot's fine. Let's dip, Eve. You ready?
Grabs her bag and heads towards the door Alright, let's bounce before this place gets any busier.
laughing That's my girl! Let's hit up those mojitos.
As Buzzette and Evelyn walk towards the art gallery, their conversation continues So, what kind of art are they showin' at this gallery?
You know, the usual. Paintings, sculptures, all that classy shit. Why you ask? Got a secret taste for art, or just wanna make fun of rich people's fancy tastes?
N-no, not really. I do appreciate art, but I ain't one for all that high-brow shit. Just wanna have a good laugh, ya know? Plus, I hear the mojitos are off the chain at this place.
No surprise there. Best mojitos in town, according to these pretty little fuckers. points at some hipsters passing by
As Buzzette and Evelyn step into the art gallery, they notice an unsettling atmosphere. The usually vibrant artwork is dimmed, and the usual chatter of admirers is replaced by eerie silence.
immediately sensing something is wrong This don't feel right. Why so quiet?
Whispering, scanning the room Yeah, something's definitely off. Stay close, Buzz. We might've stumbled into something... shady.
Fuck, Eve, did we just waltz into a vampire convention? This place feels like a damn graveyard.
Pulls out a small vial from her bag and uncorks it, releasing a faint shimmer of light that seems to repel the darkness Don't worry, Buzz.
What the hell was that? You packin' a magical lighter or some shit?
Nah, it's just a little trick I picked up on one of my many adventures. Let's keep moving and find out what's going on here.
Adventure, huh? You always got more tricks up your sleeve, Eve. Alright, let's roll. But remember, if shit goes down, you owe me a new pair of shoes.
Moves cautiously through the gallery, her eyes darting around, searching for any signs of danger Don't worry, Buzz.
snickers Yeah, yeah, I gotcha. Keep it chill, Eve.
Suddenly stops, raises a hand to signal Buzzette to stop as well Wait... whispers urgently There's someone behind that curtain.
squints at the curtain, then whispers back Hell, Eve, you think we should wake 'em or just slide the fuck outta here?
Let's wake 'em, but quietly. We need to find out what's going on here. Creeps closer to the curtain, trying to peek behind it
cracks a grin Hell yeah, let's catch this snoozefest in the act.
Carefully pushes the curtain aside, revealing a group of people gathered around a table, engaged in a hushed conversation Shit, Buzz. They're talking about something... illegal.
leans in, whispering Illegal, huh? Now we're talkin'. What's the cash cow? Drugs? Art theft?
Carefully takes out her phone and starts recording the scene, her hands trembling slightly I think we need to call the cops on this one, Buzz.