Break a Heart Like an Eggshell (Maria)

[sarah jane oliveira]

November 2025

There was little more freeing than going completely off the rails, although that was all relative for Sarah. Club Indigo was her old stomping ground; she had an attachment to the place, and it wasn't as though she had anything to worry about on a Friday night. Sebastian was still with Callisto; she didn't have work in the morning, and she was going to party like she owned the place. The fact that she didn't actually own the place was irrelevant when she knew its ins and outs as well as anyone, and she had been fortunate enough to get her first few drinks for free because she knew the bartender from when she had worked there as a dancer.

Magical Interpol might not have been happy with her if she had showed up to work the way she was dressed then—in a skintight pleather dress that left very little to the imagination and heels sharp enough to stab someone, with her wand in a holster at her waist—but there was absolutely nothing against the law when it came to having a little fun. The environment was the same as it had always been, and she had heard rumors that someone had brought in mushrooms to the club from Hy-Brasil. The music was loud, she was more than tipsy, and she'd stopped caring against whose body she was dancing. It was shaping up to be a perfect night, and Sarah was living for it.

@maria

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November, 2025
sarah jane oliveira

Maria had had a lot to drink tonight. Her head was spinning off and on, her inhibition's couldn't get much lower, and she absolutely didn't fucking care. The night got even better when the groups she'd been dancing with that night pulled out a little bag of ground up Druid mushrooms. Well, why the hell not? Obviously, between the mushrooms and the alcohol she was on cloud nine tonight. Hands in the air, she moved her hips to the music. Just feeling the beat, and moving with it. The mushrooms in particular were having a fantastic affect, the lights more vibrant then ever, the music louder and more pumping. She just wanted to live in this moment. No cares, no worries, and absolutely NO RHYS. Fuck that loser. She didn't need him. She didn't need anyone.

Throughout the night her short skirt had gotten hiked up even shorter and she'd knocked up her tanktop. One cause it was hot, and two, it was sexy revealing her stomach. Guys liked it, okay? And she wanted that kind of attention tonight. Just the good old fashion, one night stand with a stranger after too many drinks. No names, no commitment. Maria had been dancing with a random guy, his hands at her hips, when she decided she was done with him and needed another drink. So, pushing him away, she ran a hair through her hand and headed back to the bar. She leaned against the bartop after ordering a drink, her eyes scanning the crowd for someone interesting. She didn't have to look long. Her eyes soon finding a blue haired woman who looked like quite a bit of trouble. Maria didn't look away, watching the woman dancing, her eyes trailing slowly across the woman's body. The way it moved. The way the woman's current dance partner tried to move with her. She didn't move forward yet, instead enjoying the show as her drink was delivering and she took a long sip, her gaze never wavering.

(Since ya mentioned mushrooms, gotta use them! )

[sarah jane oliveira]

November 2025

Sarah hardly remembered half the people from the club after a night out. Even while dancing, she wouldn't have been able to describe anything about the people with whom she was dancing. The club was just a sea of bodies, all of them high on life and any manner of other things. She was ecstatic—a different feeling from when she was transformed but enough that she was satisfied. The wolf inside of her wasn't crawling out, but she was getting bored of the song that was playing. It wasn't enough to keep her going, or maybe that was because the guy behind her kept putting his hands awfully close to her wand.

Swatting his hand away, she caught sight of another woman on the dance floor—younger than she, clearly, but not some kid who had wormed her way in with a fake form of identification—watching her as she danced. Moving her hair out of the way so that she could see her better, Sarah could have sworn that she looked familiar to her. Without giving it much thought, she motioned towards her and gestured for the younger woman to come closer to her. What was she doing? Just standing there and drinking? No, that was boring. She needed to have fun.

@maria