If there was anything other than coffee that Camille had actual time to be addicted to,
excluding the obvious blood diet, it would most likely be alcohol. Although the brunette didn’t have a liver to fret about when she did in fact drink every single rational thought away, she worried anyway. Completely aware of the fact that it probably didn’t make sense to anyone but herself. The female vampire was never fond of drinking alone and since she was able to find a willing participant to take a trip to the Grill with, she wasn’t about to pass up the offer. Unconcerned about she appeared, the brunette dressed in a pair of dark washed jeans, a black long sleeve blouse and decently sized heels to mask her obvious lack of height before she left for the Grill.