Whew, here I go again…? The dark dish never feeling happier to have made it past a doorman than she did this night, though the air was cold enough if anything the waiting had been killing her really, especially when things had been so very quiet as well. All it did was give her time to think about how things might go, who she might run into, what might happen. For one who was used to playing it fast as loose, she did not particularly appreciate being forced to retreat into her head, had she?
Never been this nervous walking into a club before? Well, not since I was a kid… At the very least able to take some solace in the fact that coming here might just find her some means to level the neurosis she had been feeling ever since waking up so cluelessly the best part of a day before this now, all the same Ursula Wilke was not used to feeling quite so squirrely as she stepped into what should have been a house of fun, and as she found herself fumbling her fingers together clicked her tongue in annoyance.
Was it a good idea coming in here separately? Suppose we don't wanna tip our hands too soon, but… Fuck, this isn't like me. Grow up Ursula! Almost feeling herself longing for the appearance of her partner in crime or perhaps this time crime prevention because of just how much her skin was crawling right now, after agreeing to come here they had decided that the best way to avoid suspicion was to act like they weren't in on this together, and yet despite that she craved some kind of distraction from what was bubbling underneath a surface she did her best to seem calm. She needed a friend to balance her out…