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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 2, 2008 21:57:06 GMT -5
It had been a while since the Heron had visited this bar. She had cleaned up her act and started a bed and breakfast in Corvistowne. Of course, she probably would have done better business in the capital--but she wouldn't have been close to Corvistowne when she decided she wanted to get rid of this cursed leg. She readjusted her leg warmers so she would look a bit less like an idiot... if that was possible. She walked through the door, and cracked her neck. Now it was time to get good and drunk, probably sleep with someone she would regret, and then skitter back home the next morning. Loreta looked at the various bar patrons, sizing them up. Her yellow eyes fell on a rather brightly colored forest dweller. A rather large male Heron from the looks of it. She smirked as she walked over to him and sat down next to him. "Vodka." She told the bartender before turning to the man. "What's your poison of choice?"Today she would try to manipulate someone and stomp on their poor little heart. She just hoped he was clueless. |
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 2, 2008 22:20:35 GMT -5
He hadn't really started to drink just as of yet. Though he was about to when another, smaller, haron joined him at his table. He quickly notted her coloration and even her weird leg, though it didn't bother him that much. Though when she named her poison. She seemed like she wanted to get wasted and fast. He than wondred why she would have chosen him... his alchahol tolerance wasn't the best, nor was it high. When the bartender walked over to give her vodka, he than ordered what he wanted, "I be wanting some mild ale, if ye would." his words wernt slurred with the drink, yet it was just how he talked. It was probably even the years of drinkig that had done so... he couldn't tell and wasn't to worried about it either. "My poison be that, nothing more nor less." he said with a cheerful voice. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 2, 2008 22:47:36 GMT -5
"Weak poison," Loreta said with a smirk before doing her shot of Vodka. She was obviously too ranked to have a Heart's immunity to alcohol and even if she had ranked up enough she probably wouldn't have been so lucky. She rolled her eyes at the very thought. She would never up her rank no matter what benefits it had.
She needed to think of small talk otherwise this would be a very short night. She waved at the bartender again. "Vodka tonic this time. Don't hold back on the Vodka."
At least she had built up a bit of a tolerance. Though her liver was probably screaming in pain by now. "Dare I ask what's your profession? Or even what brings you to this bar in Capital City. I've never seen you before...."
Even if she had she wouldn't have remembered. In one ear and out the other. She could feel the burn of the Vodka down her throat.
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 2, 2008 22:58:13 GMT -5
She did seem to talk a lot. Though her questions where valiad and her thought of his mild ale was quite out of the normal weak poisons... he wouldn't bring that up nor tell her otherwise. He looked over and saw that she took the shot of vodka with out any problems, he so wished he could do that. When his ale arrived he picked it up with one talon and drunk deeply into the cup. Before the bartender could leave though he asked rather simply as he place the correct amount of coinage on the table, "Would ye be kind enough to bring a piture of dis ale?" he asked as the bartender quickly swiped up the coins. When he came back with the picture of ale did he finally answer the female haron, which he decided to call her miss...
"Well miss, would it be so kind of ye to tell me ya name? than he moved to pour more ale into his goblet before telling her what he did for a living, "I be a deliver agent... no matter what need be taken, I take for em, no questions asked... and I be Sabe, and you?" he placed the picture back on the table and reached around with his talon for a hand shake...errmm... talon shake.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 2, 2008 23:26:39 GMT -5
Loreta raised an eyebrow. Names were sensitive things. Giving them away easily just wasn't something you did. So she would give him her shortened name, just like all those before him. "Lore. Nice to meet you, Sabe, you're quite the gentlemen." She said as she shook his talon without hesitation.
Her tonic was placed in front of her by one of the bar maids. She tipped back the glass. Yes, it was totally the right mix. Placing it back on the table still decently full she turned her attention back to the other heron. "Deliveries? You didn't happen to work for Joel's did you?" If he did she would laugh hysterically. And she would have to pay a bit more attention to the world around her.... like that was ever going to happen.
"I used to work there." She forgot who was taking care of it at the moment. Oh well. "Blah. Do you drink for a hobby or is this just a rare occasion?"
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 2, 2008 23:40:36 GMT -5
Being called a gentalman made him feel all warm inside. Most didn't see him as one, yet here Lore sat calling him by that. Usually people would just call him by what he did... delivery boy... boy... meh... he didn't care for the names, yet at the same time he was quite proud of what he did for a living.
The second question was sorta out of the box as she asked it. The name wasn't quite familar to him, he might have delivred something to a Joel once... yet he couldn't remember.... one of the many side efects of drinking. He was about to say something untill she spoke again, so he waited patiantly and heard what she told him.
He finally was able to talk again, "A gentalman I be, though a deliver agent at day." he said with a slight incline of his head. When he looked back up he than continued, "Though I deliver for myself, sort of a private agent, I don't belive I can remember if I had or havn't." he said truthfully and took a sip from his ale... he really didn't like getting drunk too fast, else he would just forget the whole night... which wasn't good when you woke up next to a bat-doe... teriable but good times....
" I drink when I want, though I be not advent to do so every nite, though I be thinking ye do?" he asked rather bluntly. He saw what she was drinking and knew that she would be under the table in a matter of a good hour. He sighed... No drinking partner for tonight... might as well make this as good as it could get...
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 3, 2008 11:21:42 GMT -5
She was never going to remember any of this. Oh well. She mentally shrugged it off as she took another sip of her drink. It really was hard to sip things with a beak, it was always easier when she chugged things. Of course she wanted the vodka to last.
"Heh." She replied, "I haven't been out drinking in a year or two. I managed to get stuck with a kid so... I had to stay sober for a while." Which meant her liver had thanked her for a short time, it was now back to cursing her out for all the binge drinking she had done in the years before. At least one of her migraines wasn't coming on.
"But if you're looking for a bit of fun tonight--If I make it through the night that is--We might be able to paint the town red. Maybe show you want it's like to really drink. It's not good alcohol unless it burns." And then she could tear his heart out and stomp on it. Of course that required being sober a bit longer than she wanted to be.
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 3, 2008 12:26:57 GMT -5
The prospect of having fun and doing what one wished sounded good. Yet he didn't know what her version of fun really was. He shrugged mentaly and thought it was probably good fun, what ever that may be.
He had leanred how to sip with his beak a long time ago, cruving his long toung to make a funnle, much like a straw. He demostrated it and moved to push this conversation further.
"That be sounding like a good o' time ye have planed to nite." he said as he finished up another goblet. He moved to fill it up again with his talon. "what have ye in mind, Lore?" he asked rather coyly.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 3, 2008 13:56:06 GMT -5
Crap? What was his name again? She had already forgotten. The heron decided to substitute it for the rest of the evening. Since he was trying to play coy, she would play coy right back. "Well there's always drunk sex. That makes tha' always makes the evening brighter." She said with a smirk.
She really wasn't the type to sip her drink. So, she decide to tilt it back and drink it all at once. It was a bad idea, she knew it, but it would take a bit to hit her system. Then, if she drank a bit of water than then went to whiskey in theory her hangover wouldn't be all that bad. At least she wouldn't he heaving.
Waving the bartender over she asked for the water and whiskey. If she had a whole pitcher with her she would remember to drink it. Thank you whoever suggested that in her past.
"I mean, otherwise there's bar hopping, socializing, trying to be intellectual... blah blah blah. All that boring shit." She waved a hand as she started on some of her water. "Though I would like to see you do a shot at least."
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 3, 2008 14:12:25 GMT -5
Well if she didn't work fast. He wondred if he would even have to try to get her to visit a bed here in a tavern or inn. He sighed and continued with his thought porcess, She seems to have quite the idea for the night atleast... he would take her up on the drinking, yet he didn't know about the sex right off the back like that... maybe I should get to know her a bit more better. he thought as he took some of her wisky that arrived pouring it into the shot glass that she had used.
When he sloshed the vile liqued in the shot glass did he take it in his beak and quickly tilt his head back. He felt it burn through throut all the way down to his somake where it hit with the ale and had a almost disastrious result. He held back the up-chuck and than placed the shot back on the table with his beak,
"How's bout' dat? Be dat good 'nough?" he asked as he started to feel a bit more light headed. He than smiled and said something else to back up that, "Drunk sex may be da best, yet I be saying that I be wantin to get to know ye better, no?" he said as he moved for the goblet and the picture that he had bought to fill another cup.
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