[ME] Be Our Guest

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster She’s so fucking late. And looks like hell. Which is why she’s late, because she’d stupidly tried to cover some of the last match’s lingering marks, but there’s really only so much you can do without heavy duty shit and Wessex has never really liked makeup to begin with, so… The roar of a motorcycle heralds her arrival. In case anyone is listening. Pulling off her helmet in a very sexy biker-chick-with-hair-to-flip kind of way, Wessex takes a good look at the other vehicles already here. Making a face as she recognizes one or two, she reminds herself that she’s here cause of Rex and she promised to attend after flaking out on the last couple of parties. Aight. Well. Here goes nothing. She grabs the bag that was firmly strapped to the back and stalks towards the door. Black leather on black leather, she’s wearing her nicer pair of party pants and a set of boots with some fancy silver spike decorations. There’s no masking the bruises across her left cheekbones and green-yellow mottling of her shoulder as she casually strips off her jacket in the hallway. Sporting a black tank (you sensing a theme here?) with a gold and amber lion mid-roar, Wessex stands kind of awkwardly, waiting for some indication of where the kitchen is, so she can deposit her very fancy whiskey and then proceed to imbibe it. Responsibly. Because like hell she’s getting drunk enough to not leave tonight. --------------------- Wessex is an MMA fighter. She won her last match, which was televised, but took a beating during it.