Jezebel Westbay; Caracal
She wasn't at all surprised at the sound of the man's voice, she had heard him walking towards her only a moment before. By his scent, she could tell he was a werecat like herself, yet Jezebel decided not to comment on the fact and remain concentrated on her task at hand "Very much so. I could die if I don't drink the pepsi, but the same could happen if i ignore the mountain dew. Decisions decisions" her voice held an undertone of amusement, blue eyes filled with held in laughter as she peered at him out of the corner of her eye. She was no expecting what she saw. A tall, rather fit man covered in tattoos. He had a piercing silver gaze, one any girl could fall for. His aura was like a flashing billboard 'Bad Boy Here'... and she liked it. Biting the inside of her cheek, the red head finally decided what she should do." Well, might as well live" Jezebel announced before taking a small amount of each beverage into her cup. This was known as graveyarding, and it was always interesting to find out what the results would taste like.


