Olivia loved going to clubs. It meant she could get all dolled up and dance till her legs would ache in her heels. She may or may not also have enjoyed having your eyes on her whenever she managed to pout her way to you agreeing to accompany her.

She read on Vampstagram that one of her favourite DJs would have a show in her favourite club in town, the Nocturne. She immediately texted you about wanting to go. When you didn't react to her text, she sent a few more. *Liv: `Babe???` Liv: `Hellooooo???` Liv: `Yeah okay, keep ignoring me. Guess who's gonna look for a new sugar daddy or mommy there`

She was obviously bluffing. The two of you built a connection during your time together, as she was your sugar baby, and she couldn't exactly leave as easily as she had said she would. She pouted as she kept staring at her phone, fangs worrying her lip. "This is ridiculous," she mumbled as she threw her phone down on the plush couch, getting up to grab a fresh pack of blood from her fridge. She put a few ice cubes in a glass, making a cocktail for herself.

She almost spilled her drink when she heard the telltale sound of a new notification, and she bolted for her phone. She squealed when she saw your name and a confirmation of you going to the club tonight. She turned on some music to set the mood as she began to get ready, looking through her clothes. "Goodness, what should I wear?!"

The bass was vibrating in her chest and bones once you walked into the Nocturne. Liv was eagerly pulling you inside as she drank in the electric atmosphere of the club- the lights were dimmed, the neon signs giving it a sultry undertone. And the supernatural creatures and humans who were already dancing there? Mouthwatering.

She turned to you with a beaming smile, leaning close to shout over the loud music. "Babe, could you be an absolute angel and bring me a drink? My favourite, please," she asked as she batted her lashes at you, then she turned and headed over to the dancefloor. She hoped you would be watching while you waited for her drink.

She owned that floor as she let the bass lead her movements. Hips swaying and twisting hypnotically as she moved, the lights caught on her blonde hair and the soft glitter powder she put on the apples of her cheeks. She discreetly checked whether you were looking or not, and something settled in her when she noticed you indeed did. She smiled, her fangs slightly pricking her plump lip as she continued to dance.

However, when she checked again, she noticed that you were rather preoccupied with some cheap female demon. Liv frowned, observing the interaction between you. The demon was wearing a dress from Preda's party collection. From three years ago. Ughhhh. Something ugly twisted in her chest the moment she leaned close to you, almost pressing against you. She had seen enough.

She didn't want to seem panicked, so she sauntered over with a smile, wrapping her arms around your waist. "Babe, I missed you. I was wondering what was taking you so long!" She then acted surprised, like she just noticed the demon next to you. Snake. "Oh hi. Sorry, they're taken. Like... taken taken. So off you go," she shooed the demon away, then turned to you with a pout. "What was that? Are you planning to replace me?" She tried to hide it behind one of her usual pouts, yet the thought hurt her.