It was a friday night, and a full moon to boot, and the Joker's Bar was packed from wall to wall with students and adults alike. It had been several weeks since her encounter with her father at the bar abroad, and she finally felt comfortable going out again. After all, she couldn't just let one bad experience stop her from experiencing the world. She was young, the night was young, and the alcohol was going to be delicious.
Thoughts of domination dominated her mind as she pushed her way over to the bar and ordered a pineapple martini. There was a bit of a wait for a seat at the bar, but she didn't mind. The martini had been more expensive than expected and dammit, she was going to enjoy it sitting down.
Crossing her legs, she bent down to rub a scuff mark off one of her black boots and hit her head on the bar on the way up. Yelping in pain, she dumped her drink directly into the lap of the person sitting next to her. Damn, what a fantastic way to start the night.
ooc: first post to orca or willow, kthnx.
Last night I dreamt that I was chasing a pack of wolves, trying to belong.
He frequented the bar less and less, these days. After all, who needed alcohol when there was the delicious feeling of adrenaline pumping through one's veins during a particularly violent fight?
Speaking of fights.
He'd barely walked in, when out of the corner of his eye he caught a girl -- an oddly familiar girl -- tip a drink on the person next to her. It looked entirely accidental, but that didn't stop the guy there from getting up, anger on his face and arms raised as though to start something.
"What the hell, bitch? You'll pay for that."
Orca rolled his eyes at the very cliche-ness of the statement. The guy was definitely way drunk, so I guess you couldn't blame him for his lack of originality, but still. Like a ghost, Orca appeared behind him, pulling the man back as the drunk leaned in to make a grab at the girl.
"'Scuse me," said the lycan, smiling. "That's my seat."
The guy might've protested or potentially started a brawl, after all, Orca was shorter and smaller than him, but there was a gleam in the boy's eyes that better befit some sort of predatory beast, a gleam that was probably the reason the guy backed off. It also might've been the blood still on his tshirt, leftover from his most recent of fights. With his lycanthrope healing, there were no scars visible save for the one on his hand, and therefore the blood didn't look to be his own (except, you know, majority of it actually was).
Without another word, the guy left, and Orca took the seat (BARSTOOL <3), looking pleased as punch. He had no doubts the girl, if she was who he thought she was, could've handled herself quite nicely, and she probably would've done it in a more bad-ass way than just looking somewhat tough or something, but whatever. He'd needed a seat, anyway. The lycan signaled the bartender and ordered himself a nice cheap beer, and it was only then he turned to the girl, yellow eyes bright, his words teasing.
She had barely even shaken the stars out of her eyes before the man who had unfortunately gotten a martini in his lap began yelling at her. Motherfucker, she'd show him. Her hands had already clenched into fists. Ready to fight, she looked around only to find the man missing and replaced by.... another man. A familiar one, for once. Signaling to the bartender to bring her another drink, she rubbed her head one last time and tried to put the pain behind her.
But... ouch. Dammit, why did the bar have to get in the way of her head?
"Orca, dear." Despite the crowds at the bar, the bartender still managed to bring her another martini promptly. This one wasn't pineapple, however, but rather some kind of mango. It wasn't worth the trouble of sending it back, however, so she sucked down half of it before turning her attention back to her friend. "Of course I'm old enough. I'm certainly old enough to need a drink, aren't I?"
Grinning, she tried to remember when, exactly, she had decided that alcohol was yummy instead of yucky. A couple months ago, maybe? Well.. she learned fast.
Last night I dreamt that I was chasing a pack of wolves, trying to belong.
He shrugged, took a swig of his drink. "Works for me." Humming, he tried to straighten the mess of his hair. He felt friendly, relaxed, basically just in a general good mood, not stressed or worried about anything for once. It was a good night to drink and talk with old friends.
"I haven't seen you in foreverrrr. Where've you been?" Another pause, as he chugged down his beer. Cheap as hell, you could tell by the taste, but it was prime liquor compared to the stuff he'd been raised on. Tasty, even. He raised the bottle, noted how it was already half-gone, and made a face. Oh well. He had enough coins in his pocket for at least a couple more. Probably not enough for anything more than a slight buzz, but whatever. It seemed everytime he got drunk, bad shit went down, anyway.
Like kissing your friend and ruining everything! So awesome.
"Whycome you don't come to the forest no more? It's sooo boring, you should come play sometimes." Probably a lot safer than anywhere else, too. At least the wizards and zombie-things stayed away from the woods. Vampires, of course, still came and went as they pleased, it seemed, but he didn't mind that. Why should he? They were his friends.
Then again, if he had it his way, everyone would be his friend. Even those damned wizards.
Sighing, she twirled the stem of the martini glass around her fingers and tried to think straight. Fidgeting helped straighten things out, but every time she sloshed the liquid around the glass there was a chance that it might wind up on the floor. And that would most definitely be absolutely no good. After drinking half the glass in one long sip she decided to let the rest of it sit for a bit while the alcohol she'd already had rushed straight to her head.
"I've been, you know, around. Doing stuff and... stuff."
Why didn't she want to share the details of her trip? Probably because it was nothing special. Now, maybe if she had met some interesting lycans, or if she had just met a lycan, period, then it would have been something to share. But her little neurotic breakdown after nearly making out with her dad was nothing she ever wanted to bring up.
"Ugh, what's the point of being in the forest." She replied, sighing and finally taking another small sip of her drink. "It's all, RAWR, I'm FENRIS FENRIR, I rule the FOREST, blahbity blah. No thanks."
ooc: ughhh this post is so late, please forgive me <3
Last night I dreamt that I was chasing a pack of wolves, trying to belong.
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
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