Getting Drunk Kills the Pain [Done]

[Kari Muffin]

Hating the world was a very serious job, and Loreta took it very seriously. She had spent a long time in the capital, picking up odd jobs and avoiding the thought of going to the Court of Hearts for a job as a lawn ornament.

Her messenger job was getting old, and she had finally decided that getting drunk in a bar was the safest thing she could do. However, it wasn't going as well as she planned. She had been glaring at her drink for the past hour, while people cajoled and yelled in the background. Somehow she couldn't gather the courage to take up the first sip.

And her usual migraine was forming. Why couldn't she escape her usual routine and get plastered? She was hardly intimidated by the hangover she would have in the morning, it was nothing.

Maybe it was because she had to be nice to people all day. Finally when she got the chance to unwind there was no one to push around and annoy. Meh. You can't have the world on a silver plater, can you now?

[seraaches]

There were no silver platters around, but there was a large, green stallion nearby with a large mug and a sour expression. He also seemed a bit jumpy, eyes darting around the room in swift, nearly constant movements as though searching for someone or something. Searching, or, perhaps, fearing.

Triangular ears cupped one direction then the next, sweeping the room like antennae. It was unlikely the drunken occupants would notice his close attention to his surroundings or his paranoia.

He had noticed the black bird sitting at the bar and not drinking, though she had the same mug in front of her for the past hour. In that time he’d managed to drain three and he was attempting to take it easy. But after his last run in at the bar, he found himself having to retrain his tongue to accept the taste of the low-end beer on the menu. Blast it all. Blast HER and her friend!

With a frustrated snort he took another deep swallow from the glass and shot the bird a sidelong glance. ”It doesn’t get better with time.” It wasn’t exactly clear if he was talking to her or himself.

[Kari Muffin]

She snorted out right. "Of course it doesn't." She eyed the equine. He was paranoid, that was obvious. And he was a fellow heart, a heart of a higher rank of course. This meant she should be nice. Nice. Nice could go to hell and burn there for all she care.

"My bastard father said time heals all. If it did such a thing I wouldn't be missing a leg." She growled, "But missing something isn't all that bad I imagine." Loreta couldn't help but miss her mother the rest of her family that was kind enough to abandon her. Screw them.

Finally the bird lifted her head up and took a sip of the beer. It tasted like utter crap. Why the hell would anyone make such awful liquor? It was a disgrace to its kind! "What on earth is someone like you doing in a dirty place like this. Gah. Shouldn't someone like you be banging those bitches in the court?"

If he didn't like what she thought he could go to hell along with her nice for the day.

((OOC: this is actually littered with so many more curses in my head. Apparently she's an angsty emo bitchy roller coaster who doesn't give a damn about rank. ))

[seraaches]

”Time just distances things,” the horse replied idly, feeling the nearly cutting edge of her bitterness. A fellow spirit in that, though his wasn’t directed at his family.

Shinrai was pleased to have goaded her into taking sip of the beer and even more pleased with her reaction. If he had to suffer, she might as well too. Of course, now that he looked at her closer it looked like she was in a great deal of physical pain. Huh. He would never really understand those from Torquehelm.

And her coarse language! Rai’s ears flicked back, though it was mostly from amusement. He would have retorted that he didn’t do dogs, but after his last run-in at a bar, he was no longer certain. That killed his humour and he snorted as he took another sip of his beer.

”Wot’s that supposed to mean?” he retorted flatly turning away from her. ”It’s unbecoming to be jealous because you’re so obviously celibate.”

[Kari Muffin]

Loreta hissed. The heron was far too sober to find any of this funny. In some form of retaliation she chugged the whole mug down in one shot. When the glass found it's way back to the table, she regretted her decision to show off. Gah, that beer tasted awful.

"I could get any man I want in this whole damn place!" That she knew, was a bold faced lie, but she could careless. She wanted to prove this cocky bastard wrong. "But I have no idea who would be horny enough to screw with the likes of you without payment."

She could have burst into laughter right there. She snatched another bear from a passing bar maid, ignoring her complaints and managed to flutter over to the place where the equine was sitting. On closer inspection she realized that he was a Jack. Well, that was a lot higher than she excepted.

Screw rank. Rank could go the ways of her kindness and satisfaction. She had no need for any of it.

[seraaches]

Rai gave a deep, ironic chuckle at her next barb. Good though it might be, he knew exactly how wrong that was. ”Nice try, sweetheart,” he replied sarcastically. ”But my problem isn’t getting the ladies, it’s keeping them the *#$& away from me.” His ears flattened as he, again!, hit a blank in his memory when it came to the pink canine from Yarrow Gardens. She was going to haunt him for the rest of his days. And, thinking of her, he quickly did another scan of the bar. No sign of her nor her insane companion. Good.

He gulped the rest of his mug, and fought the grimace that slipped across his face. He signaled for a new mug, however, waving the barmaid away when she tried to clear his glasses. Five. He was going to keep track this time.

The horse didn’t seem to even notice her rank, though his mind had filed it away. Rank and suit didn’t mean a great deal to him right now, though he was obviously superior to the bird. All they represented was power and he was still trying to culminate his.

[Kari Muffin]

(( OOC: >_> because this is the only muse I have ))

Loreta cackled. "Yeah. Right," she said before chugging down her next beer in one shot. She might as well be on a roll. Another mug replaced that without much difficulty. Now they got the idea.

"But if you're here you obviously have somethin' bad going on in your life." She smirked as best she could with her beak. There was no other reason for a man like him to be in a bar like this one. Unless he actually was looking for a girl, but that was absolutely impossible. There was no way he would do something so improper.

She eyed all of his glasses. That was quite a bit of alcohol in him, cheap alcohol but none the less real. Perhaps she could still start a bar fight? The thought lingered as she sipped her next beer. She was starting to feel the effect. She was such a light weight when it came to any sort of booze.

Not that she could do anything she would regret. She really had nothing to lose.

[seraaches]

While Rai was looking for a girl, he wasn’t looking for her with any type of anticipation other than utter and complete dread. That was the one thing that would guarantee his evening would be completely shot. The canine threw him off his game now with her knowing smirks and stinging comments that he wasn’t entirely certain he could believe. And her companion cat’s knowing eyes and… off demeanour. The pair scared him and he knew the reaction was justified, but he just wasn’t certain why. His hide shuddered again.

”I could just be a drunkard,” Shinrai answered the bird’s smart-off comment. It would server her right if he was. ”Nothing says something must be wrong for someone to enjoy a drink. Or six.” He thought that was amusing and his ears tilted back, giving him a rather devilish look.

The horse was unaware of her thoughts on fighting, though he was feeling cantankerous enough towards the black creature that he wouldn’t back down from one. His time in bars were beginning to follow a pattern; a pattern he actually had no desire to continue.

[Kari Muffin]

"A drunkard? At your age and rank! That's a good joke." She snorted and sipped on her beer once more. "I've never met a man or woman who decided that they would drink six or so beers during a causal night. Something was either wrong or they were at a party. And you are hardly party material."

A smirk was forming on her face as she spoke. No one would be hard pressed to see it, even with her beak. She was enjoying this entirely too much. She tilted her head, eying the equine. He wasn't the prettiest man she had ever laid eyes one, but he certainly was interesting. A redeeming quality that even she lacked. How interesting is a one legged bird anyway?

"What is someone like you doing in Capital City, anyway? Not like it matters, but people from your region don't usually socialize with the likes of the capital for anything other than trade." She couldn't help but ask. Not that it was any of her business, and not like she actually cared. It was just strange to find someone like him around the city--or at least she never saw anyone like him around the city. Loreta was quite surprised with herself, she was actually behaving, even with her splitting headache slowly spreading through her head. How long this would last was a different story.

[seraaches]

Shinrai wasn’t certain if he should be insulted or flattered that the strange bird couldn’t see him as a drunkard. On the one hoof, it was a compliment to have his inner greatness acknowledged; on another hoof, however, if he didn’t look like a drunkard, then he didn’t have an obvious motive for sitting here drinking swill. That was not good. He didn’t need people questioning his purpose for being there. People looking at him weren’t dropping the information he was listening for. His ears flicked backwards in thought. He’d have to come up with another obvious motive. He considered flirting, but he was still stinging from the last ‘amorous’ encounter he’d had in a bar.

”Maybe I’m in training to be a drunkard, then,” he offered mildly despite his swiftly moving thoughts. He wasn’t willing to spill his guts to this female and he was guarding his tongue. On his 6th beer. He just had to keep paying attention and be careful. ”You can’t be training for drunkness. You’re only on your third.”