Add a Dash of Self-Loathing (CLOSED)

[carcinoGeneticist]

The Lakeland sparrow had found a seat for herself at the back of the pub, sliding uncomfortably away from the leering men who had tried to ruffle up her feathers as she passed by.

Disgusting, all of them.

The sneer on her face seemed to be almost plastered on, and she shook her hair out of her eyes, trying to clear her mind long enough to concentrate on what kind of distraction she wanted tonight. It seemed that that beautiful golden face was hiding behind her eyes every time she closed them, and it pained her to shake it away and force it back with alcohol as she so often did.

She hated it. She was too afraid to return to the courts now that she was grown, and find the Queen that had clung to her thoughts like glue. Instead, she spent all of her time at the bar, surrounded by people she just couldn't stand. The worst part was that she could see herself slowly becoming one of those people.

Ah, but such was life.

[Kari Muffin]

"Why the hell do I keep running into high ranking people?" Loreta said as she found a lovely Lakeland sparrow besides her. Bitch. There would be no other reason why a woman of her... grace would be in a bar. She certainly wasn't planning on getting laid. The heron tilted her head curiously as she looked the woman up and down.

A diamond, that always proved... interesting. At least all the other times she had been in a bar she had dealt with some interesting diamonds. She withheld the smirk from her face, a headache was already starting again today, she didn't need her face to ache as well. "What would you be doing in a dirty place like this. You probably have enough money to go to a less... shady place."

Loreta rolled her eyes. Wow. She really just said that. Whatever, it's not like she cared about rank. She had no ambition besides finding herself a leg, and she needed money for that. LOTS of money for that. Cheap beer was the only thing she could afford.

[carcinoGeneticist]

The sparrow rolled her eyes at her new companion, glancing over with some curiosity. A female's voice? That was new. She was used to only being approached by men, older men at that, in a place like this. But there, in the flesh, sat the black heron, the dim lights glimmering off of the steel contraption that looked as if it would be giving her an awful headache. "I guess that's just your good luck, huh?[/b]" she smirked slightly, eyeing the other bird over her glass before taking a long drink.

This could prove to be a much more entertaining night then most, as it looked like this poor creature would easily fall into whatever trap the sparrow decided needed setting. The mention of money struck a sensitive spot, and the bird scowled for a moment before wiping it, replacing it with an almost innocent smile. "The beer tastes the same everywhere, so I fail to see why I should pay more. Piss is still piss, and at a less shady place I wouldn't have the chance to meet lovely women such as yourself.[/b]" she made a face as she took another sip, her Diamond charm beginning to play at the edges of her words. She could see the type of person this woman was, and she knew that nice was not the way to play.

That thought put a little smile on her face. She hated when she felt like she had to play nice to have a little fun. Sex was never on her mind, but... What good was a drinking buddy that couldn't lighten up every once in a while?

[Kari Muffin]

"HA!" Loreta nearly fell of her chair when she laughed. "What a charmer you are! Never thought I'd meet someone like you here!" He chuckled as she carefully took a sip of her beer.

"I beg to differ, though. There is better beer that doesn't taste like piss. It's just too expensive for anyone who's sane." She shrugged. "Though I think for such an occasion I should get you some shots. Vodka is always a nice chaser after piss beer. Or at least, it does better than water." She snorted. When exactly had she become an alcoholic? A light weight at that. Whatever. She had better things to do than ponder that.

She called over a barmaid who hastily left and returned with the request. The shot glasses were placed in front of them. Lore gave the sparrow a side long glance, "Name's Lore. Bottoms up Miss?" She grinned before downing the vodka. Ah, burning. It was so much nicer than the pain in her head.

[carcinoGeneticist]

"What can I say,[/b]" the sparrow chuckled. "I'm just a cheapass who doesn't like paying outrageous prices.[/b]" Ah, yes, the discussion was already turning favorable. Vodka would be a delightful starting point for the night, and the sparrow's grin told Loreta just that. "Just about anything with that high an alcohol content a good chaser for piss beer. Burns the taste right out of you.[/b]" she offered a small nod to the barmaid, leaning back slightly as she waited for the woman to return with their precious, precious vodka. It wasn't often that Ceren liked to indulge in the stronger stuff, but when she did... She was guaranteed to have fun.

As soon as the glasses were placed before them, the woman inhaled deeply, grinning widely. That was what she liked. Instead of piss, it was almost like rubbing alcohol. It would get the job done, and fast. "Well, Miss Lore, you can call me Ceren, and I think I like the way you think.[/b]" With that, she downed the last of her beer, following it up directly with the shot that had been brought to her. She dimly realized that at least one of them should stay somewhat sober, but, eh, screw the consiquences. The two birds were clearly here on similar missions, and that was to drink. Why try to break the cheerful mood that had settled over the two of them?

[Kari Muffin]

Loreta set the shot glass down with a heavy clink. She looked over the the sparrow, Ceren was it? It had been a while since she found another woman as anything besides snotty bitch. This woman was probably no exception. However, there was no point in thinking about the whys and hows. They were here to get drunk. Who needed to stay sober, honestly?

"What would bring you this part of Capital City? Shooting for some sort of grand ambition? Or are you just stopping by because you already have your long life ahead of you and just need a break before you start down the road?" Lore asked with a head tilt. He beer was refilled, and she took a sip. Gah. Piss.

"I have no direction. Besides wanting another leg." She shrugged. Sharing something with a stranger wasn't a big deal when it was so bloody obvious what she wanted. She highly doubted that the Lakelander would know of anyone who could make one. If Ceren did it was a long shot. One day though, one day.

[carcinoGeneticist]

At Lore's question, the sparrow's expression changed to something slightly perturbed. She closed her eyes as she took a long swig of the beer, then slammed the mug down again. Gah. There was that face, and in her mind it had a sad look, almost as if it was disappointed in her. Ceren looked Lore in the eye, raising a single eyeridge. "I am here to mourn what never was and never will be,[/b]" she replied emphatically. "Though I must say, you have an equally tragic goal.[/b]"

With that, the sparrow waved down a wing, calling over the barmaid once more. They needed more vodka, and they needed it fast. This morose mood could never do, and it needed to be interrupted immediately. "I call a toast![/b]" the bird announced as soon as the drink arrived, lifting her glass high and posing there for a moment, as if striking a dramatic pose. "To legs and piss beer, the things that keep us motivated.[/b]"

She felt a little sorry for the other bird, but she couldn't help but grin to herself. Finding a good bar in Corvistowne would likely lead to her finding a leg much, much more quickly. Perhaps she would suggest this, if she remembered to do so after the next few shots. That was looking unlikely.

[Kari Muffin]

"I'll drink to that!" the heron responded as she quickly downed the vodka. Burning wasn't enough to make her cringe. It was a surprise though, she had gotten better at holding her alcohol. Loreta wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not.

"I bet you could easily reach your goals, Ceren. Ya probably just need ta go and do them. I bet it's a lot easier than you think." She shrugged . Loreta drank her whole beer and called the waitress over again. The barmaid slammed the whole bottle of vodka down.

Well, if they could have it there was no point in letting it go to waste. "I would also like to make a toast. Simply to life and drinking while we still have the time." She down the drink in one gulp. Still not enough. And her headache was getting worse. She looked over to the woman as she finished her shot. Loreta was curious now. Too curious to let things drop.

"Love isn't it? Love has to be bothering someone like you."

[carcinoGeneticist]

Ceren met her shotglass with an enthusiasm equal to that of the black heron, holding her head back for a long second after the last of the liquid had slid down her throat. She loved the way she could feel it's burn deep inside her body, like a fire in her gullet. It was more than enough to keep her warm most nights, and she sometimes wondered if it was that heat that had kept her out of other's beds so often. "I wish my goals could be easily met,[/b]" she muttered dryly, then dropped the subject as her glass was filled once more.

Ahhh, that was a language she could speak. She sent a grin at the barmaid, and if she had lips she might have blown the woman a kiss. What a darling she was, leaving them the entire bottle like that. "Indeed,[/b]" she called out, gladly clicking her glass to Lore's for that. "And may we never grow too old for it.[/b]" the third shot went down much more smoothly, she noticed. Must be getting a little sauced by now.

"Love![/b]" the sparrow laughed dryly. Was that it, really? Could it possibly be? Though she had laughed, something about the word had drilled at her deeply. "More like childhood infatuation.[/b]" the grin that accompanied those words was twisted slightly, as if she had forced it into being.

[Kari Muffin]

"I didn't even have that. I've never had any of it. And I don't think I want it, ya know?" She shrugged and poured two more glasses. "I bet a pretty thing like you can't find the right one." She downed the glass and poured herself another one. No point in wasting good booze.

She grinned at the sparrow. "Bloody hell. I think I want to get plastered tonight. Sorry if I do anything bad." She patted the sparrow with her non-drinking wing. She let out a slight sigh. What a happy day it was. It was rare to find a decent drinking partner. "Ha. Sorry. I'm already drunk!" She shook her head vigorously. Crap this night was already going downhill.

"God this headache is killing me slowly," she said as she poured another shot. More. She wanted the pain to end. All of it. She just wanted her leg back and her headaches gone. Migraine. There it was.