Delphine: <i> "Bonjour, le sucre. La maison de maman." (Hello, sugar. Momma's home.) Hints of Cajun spice mixed in with it's french accent, spilled from it's throat. Light chocolate flesh and braided strands that pulled into a large bun on the back of it's head. Having passed many bars of all kinds along Bourbon street, the women gave a sly smirk coming back to her home town. Seeing all the parades and masked people around, a sigh came from her throat. What a pity, too many were drunk to actually enjoy themselves properly. Bright caramel irises peering around through her rose gold laced mask that had three metallic looking roses on one side.  ( https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2567/5258/products/51dxGBTSfOL_600x.jpg?v=1517399501 ) while also in a floor length golden dress with ivory accents underneath the shiny patterns. ( http://i.picpar.com/7I8d.jpg ) Making her way towards a place that a friend of hers had suggested when passing through. Getting a message on her cellphone, funny enough it was an old fashion flip phone, crimson; she would smirk again at the message. "Come inside. -Ryan." What did this sweet summer child get into now? Doing as the message said and went into an establishment that was called Maison Bourbon, she looked around to find the blonde haired male. "Alors à quoi sert cet appel pluvieux?" (So what is this rainy call for?) She asked before taking a seat in a cushioned seat beside him near the bar. The male shook his head and grinned. "Can't a friend seek company?" He teased. He was in a suit, classic grey. Freshly polished leather shoes. No mask though. His bright blue irises looked at hers. "How are you?" He spoke while placing his hand over hers. Deciding to speak English for him, she'd sigh once more. "Well, Im back home. I didn't want to come back but here I am." Oh how she wanted actual company, as much as Ryan was great, she didn't really have friends. Oh well though.