I Need a Drink For My Drink [Etria]

[Aura]

Among the few people hardly affected by the Catastrophe was Aura. While she knew that there was no possible way out of the game yet, she was having plenty of fun. She forgot to contact her brothers before she started to playing so she set off to search for them. And what better place to look in than a shifty pub? As she turned the knob and pushed the door aside, ringing the bell as it swung by, she was greeted with the familiar scent of alcohol and testosterone. Man, this place is rancid. The perfect place to find a shady bartender who knows everything! She walked towards the counter. She could feel the stare of many drunk country bumpkins wanting to get lucky.

She sat on the counter and placed her order. "Strawberry Sunrise, no ice. Oh! And one of those cute little umbrellas," she said. The bartender was a large, muscled rough-looking man wearing a tattered sleeveless shirt with scars showing on his biceps. The bartender turned towards the feminine voice with a stern stare. Someone obviously didn't tell Aura that such drinks have not been made known to most Landers. The bartender replied, "I dunno whatcha lookin' for little lady. I got mead, ale, rum and a few wines in me inventory. That's abou' it, I'm afraid."  Aura didn't like that answer. But she didn't want to look like some yellow-bellied pansy, and so bought a mug of warm mead.

Now, to her real objective. Casually, she asked "Have you seen this particular fellow: black hair, tall, nice build, blue eyes? He's my brother, you see?" and took a sip of her mug of mead. Wow, This is good beer! Maybe she shouldn't have been drinking while she was trying to be serious, but she couldn't just couldn't help herself.

[Etria]

Unlike the people who's lives were changed little by the Catastrophe that had occurred in Elder Tale, the life of one Fiona Reinhard was quite the opposite. To say that her life change was dramatic is also probably an understatement as well. And yet, there was a sense of familiarity as well. From being trapped in a large home filled with emptiness to being trapped in a vast world full of unknown faces. In a sense, it was just movement from one sense of loneliness to another. Yet... There was still some potential in this new environment. A potential to be different from what she once was, to achieve new things that would put the past far behind and Etria would never need to worry about any of it again. Now the white haired Swashbuckler could be anything that she wanted to be.

Still though, as quick as she was to adapt and gather her wits, this world was still strange and filled with mystery for her. She traipsed about the ruined London, or Londinium rather, looking about for familiar sights. The decay was widespread, but not all consuming. There was various spots, rare as they were, that had escaped with little corrosion from whatever events had happened over time in this fallen city. As she made her way to St. Pancras Station however, there was a marked difference as much of it was covered with exactly that. At the same time though, the merchants and craftsmen among Adventurers had swiftly taken over the area with their stores and work spaces. As her frosty blue eyes surveyed the area, the white haired fencer began to look around at various signs. Some advertised Tailors, some Blacksmiths, and her eyes finally stopped upon a faded and worn sign. The letters on the sign were nigh unintelligible, but the logo upon it was the familiar frothy mug of beer that denoted a bar of some kind in fantasy works like this "game" had been meant to be.

Taking a deep breathe and deciding to go ahead and enter in and get her first drink of either lifetimes, the beautiful Swashbuckler entered the bar. She could already feel eyes upon her as she moved toward the bar, sitting a couple seats over from a blonde bombshell that also seemed to garner alot of attention. The muscled mass of a bartender had moved over to ask what she was ordering a moment after, mentioning mead, ale, rum, or wines.

"What wines do you carry? Regardless, bring me your best." Her voice carried a tone of authority from her years of ordering servants around.

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[Aura]

In response to her question, the rough bartender grunted loudly and went off to the back to fetch something- probably the wine that the lady next to her asked for. Aura shrugged and took a small gulp of mead. The flavor was so rich, so... flavorful! She let out a small "hic" and turned her head towards the lady in white. She was beautiful, and definitely looked out of place. Before that last part of her thought registered into her brain, she took a quick swig of her drink then cleared her throat. It was a habit of hers, one she usually did when she was about to talk to a pretty girl.

"Hey, cutie~ What brings you to this place?" said Aura, with a wide grin on her face. From what Aura gathered while under influence, the lady in the white dress was some sort of heiress, maybe? Do she got booty, though? As that one particular thought burst into her head, she swept it aside. Woah there, missy. Don’t jump the gun. Just be cool, be cool. Her hand flew instinctively to her head to set her sunglasses. Suddenly realizing that they weren’t there, she transitioned to twirling a tuft of hair with her index fingers. Then, at the corner of her eye she noticed one of the ruffians coming towards the counter.

“I’d watch your back if I were you,” she whispered to the lady in white with a sly wink. It was obvious what that man was after. So Aura took another swig of her drink and cracked her knuckles under the table. She was pretty sure she’ll be needing them real soon.

[Etria]

((OOC: SHE DOOOOOOOOOOOO))

The former heiress tapped her fingers upon the bar for a moment as she waited, hearing the sound of someone clearing their throat before looking over slightly as the blonde she had noticed before began to flirt with the white haired and white clothed Half-Alv. She was used to the flirtations of boys in school, but a girl was definitely a new one. Not that the former had ever done much for her in the first place. Etria had to admit that the blonde had a certain wild sort of beauty to her looks as well. She had never considered another girl before, but... No, no, no! The former heiress was just in here to get a drink, not explore her sexuality!

"Simply here to get a nice drink is all."

On the other hand, the next words that came out of the flirtatious blonde's mouth was more of a warning though. Having turned her head to look at the other woman, she now looked toward the corner of her eye. Just within sight was a rougher looking man starting to approach the two, no doubt the source of the beautiful blonde's warning. Well, this was why she carried a rapier around, no? Hopefully violence wouldn't be necessary though. Well whatever, if it came down to it, then so be it. But for the moment she was also wondering when the hell the bartender would get back with that wine she ordered as well. Today was turning out very... interesting, for lack of a better term.

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[Aura]

She took another gulp of mead, each gulp getting bigger as the mug's contents shrank. The Wolf Hair monk felt giddy, more so when she heard the white-haired alv's reply. Out loud, Aura said "Oh my god, she's soooooooo cute~!" not knowing her thought came out of her mouth. She was just so prim and proper that she couldn’t resist! And the alcohol wasn't even affecting her that much. The ruffian behind her snickered quite disturbingly. She kept her eyes towards the counter's direction, pretending not to notice the man behind them. Aura didn't care much for anything the man would have said; she had a pretty good guess on what the scrub was about to say. As if on cue, the man spoke.

"Hey, ladies. Come here often?"

BAHAHAHAHA! That sounds so cliche! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Aura was giggling silently, clasping a hand to her mouth, which was sure to give off the signals that could pretty much be understood differently. The brute smoothed his hair back, which added more to his unkemptness. Whatever the man said next, Aura was too caught up in her silent laughing fit to understand. Bursting in laughter now would lead to hurting the male’s pride, and eventually starting a fight. Actually that sounds better than entertaining this scrub. No, no, no. No judging people by the way they look, Mavis.

“Likin’ what you see, blondie? Level 7, Guardian, 100% Macho Human, baby.”

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~! Oh lord- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA~! I’m sorry- haha- I just couldn’t keep it in- HAHAHAHA~!”

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Sorry for the late post. Collegeing ;_;