Phyllis, dressed in torn, graffiti decorated jeans and a mosaic, patchwork hoodie, stood outside a large pair of doors.
She ruffled her short hair about with her free hand as she checked her reflection in the forward facing camera of phone.
She tugged at the dark bags under her eyes.
Once content, she huffed with apparent anticipation, before pushing open one of the heavy doors.

"Sister Phyllis" a green haired young woman pleasantly greeted from her party.

People on the store floor sat on beanbags beside end tables within this small room, excusing the few at the bar.
A number of people turned to see Phyllis, who surveyed the area smiling as she strolled towards a bar area with her neon green phone pressed to her bust; arguably preventing a hand on heart gesture.

"Namaste everybody" she greeted with her palms together, rotating to greet all in the room.
A man in the short distance wearing a grey gown dismissively waved her off.

"Not everyone has a body Phyllis!" one man in a flannel beige two piece snapped from his seat at the bar.

Looking a little puzzled, Phyllis soon caught on.
"Oh yes, my sincere apology"

"Spring water with an apple wedge" a straight faced, unenthusiastic man at the bar presented.

Phyllis took the drink, glancing briefly at the bartender and frowning before choosing to approach a woman in a white summer dress.
"He need to cheer up, he's killing the atmosphere" she claimed.

"I know, he started a three days ago and he's wore black daily, it's so inconsiderate" the other woman informed as she pulled Phyllis in closer "but I headed he's Freeman's cousin who really needs the work"

Phyllis winced, then turned back to glance at the man behind the bar
"I suppose charity is charity"

"Been up to much?" the woman asked as she moved her handbag from her neighbouring barstool to make way for Phyllis.

"Excuse me" a man in large grey gown yelled from a beanbag.
Upon gaining Phyllis' attention, he continued "Do you intend to fill us in? Regarding where you've been?" A man beside him in an oriental print robe asked.

"I'll have to talk to you later, he's ready to see me" Phyllis told the other woman; who scowled a little. Phyllis joined the group; which included the green haired woman.

"I've been so busy! Up all night every night just, learning! My mind is so open!" Phyllis relayed enthusiastically.

The man looked intently at her, slightly nodding his head.

"Phyllis, before we start, I think you should apologise more deep to Daveth before we speak" the green haired woman claimed with a tense smile.

Phyllis looked to the man at the bar.

"Remember" the woman began before whispering "he's grieving"

"Daveth, I'm so sorry I was insensitive, one of my primary school teachers passed away too, I really am empathetic" she claimed as she unconsciously put her hand on the empty seat beside him, only for him to harshly drag the barstool away.

"My partner is astral projecting here do you mind!" he snapped.

Sat with the group she joined earlier, Phyllis sipped her water through a large smothie straw.

"We were worried you may have fallen back into the grid" the green haired woman claimed.

"What exactly have you been 'learning' Phyllis?" the grey gowned man asked, using his index and middle fingers to gesture an air-quotation around the word 'learning'.

"Erm... Well..." Phyllis briefly thought before he interrupted...

"Well?"

"Vampire subculture and its correlation with history" Phyllis steadily answered.

"Vampire's nothing but a dated fad, based only on what clichéwood offers" the brunette in the white summer dress yelled over from her the bar.

The green haired woman nodded...
"I agree with your.. Acquaintance"

"I agree, but I met this woman and she's, so, out there! She thinks she's a vampire! Her family's odd, you wouldn't expect them to just, play along with her by looking at them" Phyllis said in a merger of exasperation and excitement.

"How did the two of you meet?" the woman enquired as the grey gowned man nodded.

"Phill Barker, the antique book shop owner" she answered.

"This is so sweet Phyllis, and finally!" the woman said happily.

"So when will you be inviting her here?" the oriental print man asked.

Phyllis thought for a brief moment...
"Who? Calci? I, I don't think she'd fit in"

"Why wouldn't she fit in?" the same man firmly questioned.

"Well, she's, a bit on the, know-it-all side, she's not really 'with it', like us, more, old fashioned?" Phyllis offered.

"Well is she mentally ill? Because you made her out to be an eccentric who's family manage to synchronise with her?" the woman quizzed.

"Clearly she is" the grey gown man answered the green haired female.

"You know what. That makes sense" Phyllis perked up as she made a realisation "the mentally ill are amongst the most intellectual, and she once made sure I walked in on a really grizzly looking scene, but she's an artist after all"

"Who is she?" the man quick fired.

"Her name's Calci" Phyllis answered "she's a flouriest who owns a store called 'Rosies' Posies', it's next..."

"I know it! Been there a few times. It's really rustic looking" the green haired lady enthusiastically cut in.

"I purchased a number of rare plants from Rosies' only three new moons back" the oriental print man confirmed, appearing to cheer up a little.

"The owner does have a really unusual look to her" the green haired lady claimed with a nod towards the man.

"She's dead set in her conviction that she's a vampire, honestly; she makes illogic claims, she's lethargic during the day, but then a stunt woman at night" Phyllis claims.

"If she's mentally special, this is her truth" the grey gowned man claimed.

"Oh absolutely" Phyllis agreed.