Bloodlust (Chaelisa)

Bloodlust

warning: mature

"How old do you think she is?" Roseanne said to Jennie, gesturing at the woman sitting at the bar all by herself.

"What am I, your personal accelerator mass spectrometer?"

"Just say carbon dating machine like the rest of us, you nerd."

"You're never impressed," Jennie pouted.

"Jisoo already does the job of hanging on to your every word pretty well."

Jennie tossed her head but turned her attention to the black-haired woman in a burgundy suit that had caught her friend's eye. She squinted. "How am I supposed to tell without seeing her face? Oh, there we go! Okay hmm...well I'd say her Turn age is...mid-thirties?"

"And her real age?" Roseanne said with great interest as she fiddled with her glass.

"How should I know? That's always hard to tell..."

"I thought you were the expert."

"Just because I hook up with them on the regular doesn't make me an age expert. Some people hide it well, others you can see the haunted look in their eyes, like they've been through shit. People wear time differently."

Jennie's phone buzzed. Roseanne hid a smile when Jennie immediately pounced on it, eagerly tapping out a message to her latest booty call, Jisoo.

This one seemed rather promising. To Roseanne's surprise, her friend had maintained contact for a good four weeks now, when usually things ended barely after a week and Jennie would move on to the next booty call.

Compatibility was top priority for her nitpicky friend when it came to booty calls, but Jisoo seemed to have claimed the spot in Jennie's bed for the time being, and she was slowly claiming a spot in Jennie's heart as well.

Roseanne wondered when Jennie was going to wake up and realise she and Jisoo were practically dating, especially given the number of 'lunch meet-ups', 'coffee appointments', 'library studies' and 'dinner outings' they had managed to squeeze in the past month, but never ever referred to explicitly as dates.

Jennie had even introduced Jisoo to Roseanne, who liked her immensely right away.

Jisoo was a gorgeous, easy-going and down-to-earth librarian with a wealth of information about just any topic under the sun, making her an interesting companion to have around. She had Jennie swooning when she'd start spouting some arcane spiel that had Roseanne's head spin. But Jennie would always listen attentively with that hazy glaze in her eyes that Roseanne had learnt it meant she was very turned-on.

Roseanne was quietly happy Jennie had found someone who shared her fascination with what she considered were mind-numbingly boring academic topics. According to Jennie, Jisoo was apparently also a sex goddess in bed, with a very libertarian mindset to boot: they were always open for threesomes or more.

Roseanne wondered when she'd find someone like that for herself. It did get lonely living all by herself, just going from one hookup to the next every other fortnight. She loved her freedom but maybe, she could try setting down some roots and see if she was more relationship material beyond one-night stands.

"You should go talk to Miss Potential Sugar Mama," Jennie said absently as she texted. "Find out her age for yourself. And you never know, she might actually be interested to cancel out your student debt. Maybe then you can stop being rawdogged by work, literally."

"I'm not looking for a sugar mommy," Roseanne said firmly. "I'm not some leech."

"It's not leeching if there's a fair exchange-"