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Post by Serellia Lithmiri on Jan 1, 2009 5:01:32 GMT -1
Sere didn't really know what had brought her down here, but here she was hanging out in a bar on the banks of the river surrounded by more than one drunk sailor. If normal people didn't hide their thoughts drunks were even worse. She had been bombarded with lascivious ideas all evening, from what they wished they could do to her to things that were even worse by far.
She had finally pulled her shields as tight as she possibly could so that she could block them all out and enjoy her drink and the view from her able by the window. She should have been worried, she was the only woman still within the confines of the building, most others had left much earlier in the night before the men were too drunk, but Sere had stayed, and still she sat looking at the quietly moving water and sipping her Rum and Coke.
She sighed and scanned the room briefly before turning back to the window, so far everyone was leaving her alone. She hoped her luck held out, but if not she was prepared, she never went anywhere that she wasn't prepared.
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Post by Cerberus on Jan 1, 2009 5:22:10 GMT -1
Nothing wrong with a little moonlight drinking tour. He'd been skipping from pub to pub, drinking and paying for nothing. Teleportation was a handy dandy skill when running out on the bill. Why buy what you could steal for free?
The next pub on his little tour was a place called The Marine. Why they'd name a pub after a type of soldier was beyond him. Drinking wasn't about enforcing the law, it was about gaining the courage to break it to peices.
Cerberus walked through the front doors, sunglasses and leather jacket making him look like one of those bad boys mothers always warn their little girls about. He grabbed a beer from the hands of a man sitting at a table near the door and drained it, tossing the bottle back at the guy. It wasn't like he couldn't deal with things if it came down to a fight.
He tucked the glasses in his pocket and looked around the place. A bunch of stinky sailors and one very good looking woman. Cerberus smiled to himself, thanking whatever force was at work that granted him such good luck. He made his way to the woman's table, obviously interrupting her thoughts. "Hey there doll, hoping to find a man in uniform or are you just lost?"
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Post by Serellia Lithmiri on Jan 1, 2009 5:37:02 GMT -1
Sere turned slowly and the first thing she saw from her position was a belt buckle. Raising blue- grey eyes up along the great expanse of abdomen and chest and finally to a very handsome face she examined the man that had spoke to her, he hadn't been in the tavern when she had looked earlier. He was definitely a new arrival, "Truthfully?" A small smile slid into place, "Neither...I quite know where I am and exactly how to get home, and men in uniform do absolutely nothing for me."
Sere tilted her head slightly, "You don't look as if you are a regular here, a tad bit out of place I think. Perhaps it is you that are lost?" One slow blink and then another smile, this one a bit mocking, a tad coy, and more than anything it was inviting. She was daring him to say something in return, he was a pretty boy and most pretty boys couldn't handle an intelligent woman. They wanted empty headed bimbos that looked good on their arm, would do what they were told and not argue.
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Post by Cerberus on Jan 1, 2009 6:01:51 GMT -1
He watched her eyes look him over until she found his face. "Like what you see?" He winked and sat down across from her, giving her a good looking over himself. He knew that women found him attractive, but it never hurt to hear them admit it.
Cerberus grinned wickedly. "Not often I find a girl who spends her time in pubs filled with smelly sailors. Either you haven't got a sense of smell or you've got some strange fetish that I don't want to know anything about."
"Nah, you've got it all crooked, babe. I'm never out of place. You don't have to fit in to fit in, and you can't get lost if you don't give a damn where you end up." He noted the inviting smile, so someone wasn't as difficult as they seemed. Or maybe she was, either way didn't matter to him.
"Hold that thought." He got up and went to the bar, ordered another beer and sat back down, leaning back in the chair and taking a good, long swig. "Alright, shoot."
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Post by Serellia Lithmiri on Jan 1, 2009 17:12:36 GMT -1
Sere smirked slightly, "You're passable I suppose, not ugly, so that's a plus in your favor." She sipped her drink as he spoke again. Sere was a woman who knew that if you stroked a man's ego too much they tended to get even more cocky, and then they became a bother to deal with.
Sere's laugh was as genuine as it was unexpected, "I assure you that my sense of smell is working admirably, as for fetishes well they don't entail anything to do with smelly sailors as you called them.."
Serellia shook her head at his statement, "You delude yourself my good man, but it is your story so I suppose you can tell it how you like....and if you don't like the ending you can change it." Blue-grey eyes studied him, though they sparkled with amusement. It had been a while since she had been able to banter with someone who was intelligent enough to understand what she was saying.
She sat in silence as he strode to the bar, turning once more to the window and the view, only to turn back once again as he rejoined her, "Shoot? Well I might be tempted to do that, but i don't think the bartender would appreciate bullet holes in his chair. Or what might come after me shooting you."
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