Having a drink?

[Sefarina Ashe]

Running pale digits through striking green tresses, Sefarina moved forward, heels clicking upon the brick road beneath her feet. She walked along the deserted street, free hand stuffed into the pocket of the leather jacket she wore. Pearly whites nibbled at a plush lower lip, piercing blue orbs darting to and fro behind her favorite sunglasses, assessing the area around her.
A deep bark had her snapping her head towards a dark alley between two towering buildings. Shit, she thought, narrowing her eyes and peering into the darkness.
Sure enough, out came a snarling German Shepard. Letting out a sharp squeak, Sefarina turned and bolted. "You have got to be kidding me!"She hissed, making a sharp turn into a bar and slamming the door closed behind her. The sound of claws scraping the other side of the door assaulted her ears, making her jump just about two feet off the ground. "Stupid mutt," She growled, before turning and sinking onto a bar stool with a sigh and ordering a Rum and Coke.

[Queren Arden]

Queren was mad. Pretty damned fragginsmacking mad. The woman, who for some unknown reason just used the word fragginsmacking in her head instead of the much simpler word ‘fuck’, had come to Italy for a job. But, upon arrival, the modeling company decided she just wasn’t ‘right’ for the look they were going for. They had seen her god damned pictures, hadn’t they?! Damned Italians were much too picky. So, having lost out at a contract and a little bit of dough, Queren decided she would go spend even more money making herself happy. Well, drunk happy, and even though it wore off and left her even worse in the morning, drunk happy was better than angry happy.

“Oh, you just don’t have the right aura for this job. We are looking for something a little less natural.” Queren said, in a terrible mockery of the worst Italian accent ever. “I have teal dagerspitting hair! How is that natural to you people!”

The Pi Fae, who in reality was a very natural person and a nature-lover, was still mad the humans found her (completely natural) turquoise hair to be too natural for their ad campaign. What the heck were these Italians doing to their bodies if turquoise was natural?

“We’ll pay for the flight, and the hotel, as promised, as an apology for all the hassle you must have gone through. We just don’t need you for the job. Enjoy the city! Your flight is in two days,” She continued, saying word for word what the agents at the company told her, still with her terrible fake accent. Switching back to her normal French voice, she mumbled to herself “I’ll enjoy my stay at a bar.”

And so she did. Queren went into a dingy Italian bar and began to drink. They didn’t have any good wine, so she had settled for some cheap Cognac-like substance that was overpriced. She was on her third drink when a woman burst in, quite noisily. She sat on the barstool next to her and ordered rum and coke. Queren raised a coloured eyebrow, surprised to see this girl’s hair was as wild as hers. Maybe she was a ‘natural’ Italian. Queren snorted to herself, her senses dulled by alchohol, leaving her unable to detect the fact the girl was exactly like her- a Fae. Pi, to be specific. Queren gave a smile, “Rough night?”

[Sefarina Ashe]

The sound of a French, slurred voice had her turning her head, raising a brow as she took in the other woman's appearance. She had bright turquoise hair. Her senses told her that the other woman was Fae as well. She blinked and smiled softly, tilting her head. "Uhm, yea," she said, turning and smiling as the bartender set the rum and coke before her. She picked it up and took a sip, sighing happily, contently as the liquid burned her throat. "Dogs. Nasty creatures. There was one outside, chasing me," she said, sipping at her drink again. She absentmindedly began to sketch invisible drawings atop the bar as she continued to sip at her drink. The memory of her mothers death flooded into her mind then, making her cringe. It was a horrid memory. She tilted her head and set the now empty glass on the bar and gestures for the bartender.

[Queren Arden]

Queren, half-dunk, had managed to successfully catch the attention of the stranger. Score on the invisible board against nobody for her. The girl cocked her head at her, telling her that a dog had chased her today. She had an accent, Irish, if Queren’s ears were right. “That’s terrible,” She said, still smiling stupidly. “Dogs are alright, I guess. Of course, when you hear those tiny little fudging Chihuahuas barking away like a little deranged mutant rat, you tend to hate them. Personally, I like birds more. And cats. And plants! I think plants are great, got a gorgeous little garden at home.”

Queren took another swing of her beverage, the last drops of the brown substance hitting her tongue, before lifting her hand and ordering another one. Delivered, she cradled the cool glass in her hand and kept talking pointlessly. “I’d like to be home. Not here. O’course you aren’t from around here either, are vous? Heck, doubt many locals come to this bar- they know where the good stuffs at.”

She laughed at her own joke, a product of the alcohol in her system. Queren deliberately forced herself to forget how many she has had so far. When she noticed the girl getting another drink, she smiled. “What are you trying to wash away?”

[Sefarina Ashe]

Sefarina chuckled softly at the woman's words, before downing the rest of her drink and setting it gently atop the bar. She turned towards the woman again and smiled softly, wearily. "What makes you think that I'm trying to wash something away?" She honestly wasn't trying to wash anything away. It had just been a long, tiring day. And the dog tipped her over the edge. She just wanted to get drunk, even though her sister would probably kill her. She tapped the bartenders arm as he passed by and ordered another drink. When delivered, she sipped at the warm liquid, sighing contently. Gods, she loved alcohol. It made her happy. It was her friend. She sure as hell couldn't be too long, or Swiper would get lonely. She had left him in the hotel she was staying at. She pressed her lips together and wiped at the condensation on her glass with a napkin, staring at the bartop for a few moments before lifting the glass to her lips and chugging the last of the burning liquid within.

[Queren Arden]

Chuckling at her terrible attempt at jokes probably wasn’t a good idea on the stranger’s part. It only encouraged the drunken Queren to continue on with her ramblings. When the woman asked her why Queren thought she was trying to wash something away, a sly smile appeared on her face. Her gorgeous eyes focused a little more, a little bit of soberness still in her, bubbling near the surface long enough that the Pi could concentrate.

“You are in a bar while in another city, Irish-girl, instead of being like every other tourist and going to go pretend to lean on the tower of Pisa. And look at that smile on your face! I’ve never seen one so tired.” Queren watched, amused, as the girl chugged the last of her drink. “And there’s also that. Why not enjoy the alcohol? You are purposely trying to make yourself drunk faster.”

Queren giggled, another wave of the alchohol numbing up her mind once more. Something about this girl seemed familiar, the scent, the hair, the eyes, the healthy strong and sharp nails that curled around the glass. All very familiar, but she still couldn’t quite place her finger on i-

“Oh! I know what you are!” She burst out suddenly, giving another drunken laugh at her own stupidity. Others in the bar cast her annoyed glances, but she paid them no mind.

[Sefarina Ashe]

Sefarina stared into the dark liquid of yet another glass of alcohol, pearly whites worried a lower lip as she listened to the other woman ramble on. She glanced up for a second, before looking down again, tracing an invisible circle into the wood of the bar top. Pressing her lips together for a moment before she spoke. "Well, I already got my tourist photographs in when I lived here." she said, snickering softly, before raising a brow and glancing up at the other woman. "And I just had a long day, that's all."

Lifting the drink to her lips, she made an attempt to take a sip at it. That attempt was failed, though, when the woman blurted another sentence out. Sefarina jumped, the glass rolling from her fingertips and falling to her lap, alcohol splattering the white tank top and black pleated skirt she wore. "Ah, shit!" she growled, her accent becoming thicker, harder to understand. "You've gotta be kidding me!" she hissed out, grabbing a napkin and wiping frantically at her now sodden wet clothing. She pulled the lapels of her leather jacket closed over her breasts in an attempt to hide the pale green bra that now shown bright through the wet fabric.

[Kyrian Tidus]

Kyrian sighed as he ran his finger's through his dark hair. He had been keeping his eyes on the two females at the bar for some time now, while taking sips from the bottle of 2002 Beringer Private Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon, which he had brought to the bar with him from his home in Chicago. It was good being able to teleport anywhere in the world that he could visualize, and having a nearly Eidetic memory really helped when he needed to visualize places he had only seen a few times, like the alleyway he had come back to after leaving his house.

The male had already been in Italy that day for a photo shoot with a modeling agency. After a long day of posing, after already hunting down a vampyre that had gone serial, the elemental needed a drink.

When he had first came into the bar, the girl at the bar with the blue hair had caught his eyes, standing out very much in a bar full of people with normal colored hair, except for one couple that had varying colors in their hair, obviously trying to look 'punk.' Kyrian had sat by himself in a booth and observed the people of the bar, sipping lightly from his wine bottle.

When the green haired female had came in, a dog close on her heels, Kyrian couldn't help but chuckle slightly. Though, she sat down beside the blue-haired female at the bar and order something, which piqued Kyrian's interest. Both women seemed to think nothing of their odd colored hair, they could have been used to changing their hair color and receiving odd looks for it, though Kyrian doubted it. If they changed their hair colors frequently, they would do it for the attention, in which case they wouldn't seem to be so passive about it. Instead, it seemed more like they had had their hair dyed those colors for some time and had grown used to all the stares.

Kyrian was just starting to lose interest in the women when the green haired one suddenly had an outburst, jumping in her seat and dropping her glass, effectively wetting her outfit in the process. Now, Kyrian was running his fingers through his hair as he moved from his table to the front of the room, taking off his jacket and draping it over the shoulder of the wet female. "What happened here, ladies?"

[Sefarina Ashe]

Again, Seferina jumped as someone came up behind her and laid something over her shoulders. Her head swiveled about on a slender neck, a blazing blue gaze landed on the man behind her. A growl rumbled within her throat, though she instinctively burrowed further into the jacket. Slamming the glass on the bar, she stood and glared down at her sodden clothing. "Mac soith!" she hissed between gritted teeth, flipping bright green tresses over a slender shoulder. As if just realizing the man was speaking to her, she glared up at him, bright blues flashing angrily. "It's fine," she hissed, her accent thick. "Dropped my drink." A string of curse words left her mouth, as she rubbed uselessly at her wet clothing with a napkin. Why? Why did these things always happen to her? In other words, why in the hell was she so gosh darned jumpy?! She murmured to herself as she closed the lapels of the jacket around herself.

[Queren Arden]

Queren raised an eyebrow when the woman tried to casually wave off the subject with the line: "And I just had a long day, that's all." But Queren retained some of her politeness, and didn’t push. Anyways, her mind got distracted just a few seconds later when she made her outburst, causing the other Pi Fae to spill her drink all over herself. Queren giggled. “Ooopsies! I’ll pay for that one.” She offered, pushing a few napkins towards the girl so she could clean herself. She sure as hell wasn’t going to pat the woman’s wet breasts or crotch.

"What happened here, ladies?" Asked a sudden male voice, behind her newfound drinking friend. Queren frowned as the man placed his jacket on the green-haired girl, her drunk mind wondering if he thought he could bang one of them by helping. She let her the girl explain, before she lauched into a string of curses.

Her drinking friend certainly had a mouth, letting out words she didn’t even know. Queren clapped, “I am awed by your extended vocabulary. Very impressive.”

Having half-forgotten about the man with the jacket, she looked back at him with another frown. “Whaddya want?” She asked, her words beginning to slur a bit together.

[Kyrian Tidus]

Kyrian raised an eyebrow at the female's outburst in Irish, and responded, not sure if it was meant for him or her sodden clothing, "I assure you that my mother, whoever she may be, was not a bitch." He stared at the female, eyebrows slightly raised in an unamused manner as she explained what happened. It was quite obvious that she had dropped her drink, what Kyrian wanted to know was why. However, before he could say anything, the female let loose a string of choice words, not all of them in English.

Kyrian looked at the bartender, just staring at the situation and cleared his throat, "Un asciugamano, per favore," the elemental said, slightly irritated at the other male's lack of action.

The other female, obviously already drunk, spoke to Kyrian in a slurred manner, asking him what he wanted. "I just came to see whether or not you two were alright. Is that a crime, signora?"

[Sefarina Ashe]

Sefarina gritted her teeth, patting less furiously now at her sodden clothing before smiling at the other woman. "No need. It was my fault," she said. When the man spoke again, she turned an angry gaze to him, raising a sleek brow. "I didn't mean your mother," she hissed, rolling her eyes skyward in frustration. She wasn't trying to be mean, she was just angry. And she couldn't really control her anger. Of course, when the other woman commented on her vocabulary, it angered her even more. She wiped off the barstol she was once sitting on, before settling in atop it again. "Thank you," she growled through gritted teeth, as she continued to wipe uselessly at her clothes. And then the other woman so rudely asked the man what he wanted. Sefarina knew it was because she was drunk, obvious as she was slurring again. Sighing softly, the Pi Fae, simmered down a bit, put her hands up, palm out, in the universal declaration for peace. "There's nothing wrong with it. She's drunk. Don't mind her." she said, staring warily at her rapidly drying clothing. "And I'm sorry for snapping at you. You were just trying to help."

[Queren Arden]

Queren observed the strange man as he interpreted Irish and spoke in Italian, as well as English. Now, as common as it was for someone in Italy to learn Italian and English, she highly doubted any of the locals understood Gaelic Irish as well. He asked if his help was a crime, but the other woman (whom was very frustrated by the combined force of the male and herself) kept talking, thanking her. Queren raised her glass at the sarcastic thanks, replying with an equally sarcastic “You’re welcome.”

The drenched woman raised her hands in a symbol of peace, excusing Queren’s behavior to the man. She frowned, annoyed. “Don’t be a diplomat, I can handle myself.” She turned her strange eyes to the man once more.

“Non, ce n’est pas un crime. Mais je n’apprécie pas votre manière de comment vous me traite. J’ai le droit d’être ici, et vous aussi, mais j’aimerais bien si vous allez quelque-part autre dans cette taverne. Alors prend votre manteau et vas-y!” Her eyes were watching him carefully, and she didn’t like him much. This was no surprise, as Queren rarely liked anyone off the bat. She got angry at people easily, and found most males irritating.

[Kyrian Tidus]

Kyrian took the towel from the bartender as the other male reappeared and handed it to the sodden female, listening to the other one speak in French the whole time. She had some sort of serious problem with him for some unknown reason, and Kyrian seriously did not want to get into a confrontation with her. He hated unneeded conflict, especially with cute women, so he decided that he would honor her wishes and mind his own business. Speaking to the green haired one, he smiled politely "You can keep the jacket. My name is Kyrian Tidus, by the way," he then turned to address the blue haired female and responded to her highly unfriendly words. "Well, I'm sorry for bothering you, ma'am. I shall now mind my own business and go back to my booth," addressing them both, he finished, "You two ladies take care."

The elemental then walked back to his booth, feeling eyes on him the whole time, and took his seat once more. He extended his right hand and wrapped his digits around the bottle of wine on his table before bringing it to his lips and taking a large swig of it, and breathing out heavily. Honestly, what was the blue haired one's problem? She didn't have to be so rude towards him.

[Sefarina Ashe]

Sefarina smiled to the bartender as he handed her a towel. She patted at the wet clothing, now sticking to every curve and hollow of her body, and let out a groan. These things always happened to her, she shouldn't be surprised. She was surprised, though, when the man told her she could keep his jacket. She blinked up at him and raised a sleek green brow. She tried to ignore what the other woman said, not trying to get into a fight tonight. She wouldn't let her temper get the better of her. He introduced himself as Kyrian and the corner of her mouth twitched into a slight smile, she burrowed deeper into the jacket. "I'm Sefarina," she said, nodding politely. And when he spoke again to the other woman, Sefarina turned in her barstool and ordered another drink. And when she turned around again, he was gone. Blinking, she glanced around the bar and caught sight of him. Pursing her lips, she chugged the run and coke that the bartender so grateously set before her.