Where We Belong [End]

[Momo]

“What am I doing here?”

The Yarrow fox whispered exasperatedly and peered absentmindedly into her drink, listening to her sultry voice echo off the walls of the dingy little bar. It didn’t surprise Ursula that an answer wasn’t forthcoming; she was here on a whim after a decidedly…there wasn’t an adjective strong enough to fully express the shittiness of this stupid trip. Not only had she been hit on – actually, it had been more like assaulted – by a man, he had been one of those jock-y, “hey babe, does this rag smell like chloroform to you?” type of guy. Despite all his bravado, however, she had made short work of him.

But the experience hadn’t been enjoyable, dammit, and she needed a stronger drink. This Pink Lady, pretty as it was, just wasn’t cutting it. As if he could read her thoughts, the waiter wandered over with bloodshot eyes and a shuffling gate. Ursula smirked; obviously she wasn’t the only one with a story to tell.

“Whatddya'll have?” He asked her, voice slurred and guttural. The Heart sighed. Men. Most of them couldn’t hold their alcohol.

“I don’t know. Give me whatever’s strongest.” She usually didn’t have the money to blow on drinks, but tonight she’d make an exception.

He staggered off into the bowels of ‘Furgus's Bar and Pub’ to find a beverage that would hopefully knock her senseless. Growing bored, the fox turned around on her seat, her pink eyes glancing around at the other, rather unusual patrons. There were a few sketchy wolves sitting in the corner and a lonely bird gazing rather pathetically out the cracking and smeared window. Not an entertaining time to be found. And the worst part of it was that Ursula still wasn’t in any rush to prance back to the Gardens.

ooc: I hope it's okay if I started here and not in the Gardens, this just seems like Ursula's sort of place. (;

[Kari Muffin]

(( OOC: <3. Hope you don't mind me jumping you. ))

She had nothing better to do. Might as well troll the local bar and try not to look like an idiot. Rosemary hummed to herself as she slipped through the door, her tail fluffed out behind her.

It still sort of looked depressing. Clubs were so much better. Shrugging it off though she made her way through the crowds. Taking note of the sketchy people and the lonely people.

And then she saw bright yellow and pink. A yarrow? Well that could be some fun. She bounced forward cheerfully taking note of the woman's mood. Not that it mattered, Rosemary never really bothered to consider other people's personal space.

"Hey, you want some company?" She said with the brightest cheerful note that she could muster.

The voice in her head made a comment. For once she went to ignoring Forge. Sometimes he had good things to say, but right now he was going on about how amazing the woman looked. Honestly, he should know better, but there was no accounting for taste.

[Momo]

Ursula, quickly coming the realization that this evening would be endless and dull – like so many had been recently, annoyingly enough – contented herself with drumming her nails on the bar’s sticky lacquered surface, waiting for the drunk little bartender to return. He didn’t disappoint, and this time around he could barely stand up straight. What a classy establishment.

“Here ya go, missy, one Zombie. Make sure you don’t spit it out all over, ya hear?” Ursula raised an eyebrow in frank bemusement before turning her attention to the strange, blood red drink. Well, it wasn’t very nice to look at but it would probably get the job done all the same.

She took an experimental sip, and found that once she got past the sting, it went down relatively easy. Infinitely more pleased than she had been only moments before, the Yarrow turned her attention to the stranger addressing her. What was a Tulgey in a place like this? She had never met one, you see, and had always assumed they kept to their neck of the woods. Well, color her surprised. Pleasantly surprised, in fact...the odd individual smelled like roses. It was a welcome change from the dank odor of the bar.

“Of course, have a seat,” she replied warmly, a hint of a smile playing around her face. “I was just remarking to myself what a depressing group of Cards we have here, but like always it seems I’ve jumped the gun.” The glass was raised to her lips and she took a heartier sip. “I’m Ursula, pleasure to me you…” She trailed off expectantly.

ooc: Oh my god, not all all - I'm really so excited to play her! xD

[Kari Muffin]

Ursula? That was one heck of a name totally worthy of a Yarrow. "As far as depressing patrons go, I'm pretty sure it's just the regulars. I don't come here often. The name's Rosemary."

She gave a small bow of greeting before hopping on the chair that was offered. The wolf-squirrel glanced at the drink on the table. Apparently this was a hard drinking Yarrow to boot. Talk about a wonderful chance meeting.

"I haven't meant many Yarrows, but I've always been curious about the region. I was only there very briefly, though it was quite a beautiful place." She paused to catch the barmaid passing by. She ordered a quick drink before turning her attention back to the other woman. "I don't mean to rant, but I'm a Bard who collects the stories of different regions. I've been in a rut lately finding great stories but I think finding you must be a sign of greater things to come."

[Momo]

The fox tilted her head back and laughed easily. “I’ve never been here myself; you could say that I’m experimenting.” She cast a critic eye around the room and sighed dramatically. “This isn’t exactly the sort of place I get all dolled up for.” No, definitely not – there wasn’t even any music in this sad little pub (although it was rather difficult to dance with four feet).

Ursula’s mouth curled into a very pronounced grin. Now there was a fitting name; not only did the Tulgey smell like roses, the same dark red flowers were tattooed across her entire body. Usually she would’ve been annoyed with the literalness, but at least the end result was pleasant.

“You’re actually the first Tulgey I’ve come across, and I won’t try to pretend that I’ve ever been to the Woods.” She had heard that it was a pretty frightening place, but then again the Gardens were probably scary for most males, especially those not from the region. "As for the Gardens, the scenery is very lovely, but after a while it becomes a really dull, dull, dull place to live.” Ursula added with frank amusement, her tail lazily swaying beneath her.

She took a sip and laughed again. “I think you’re flattering me; I love to talk but most of what I say is inconsequential...hardly bard worthy, at any rate.” She curiously examined the female in front of her. “That must be an interesting job though.” Certainly better than what the Yarrow herself did…

[Kari Muffin]

As soon as the beer hit the table Rosemary's tail wagged. She took a long sip as she listened to Ursula speak. The wolf-squirrel could always argue that when you lived in a region you could never quite appreciate its weird. But she certainly appreciated her own region's weird.

"Good thing you haven't gone to Tulgey. It's quite dangerous. Not all the residents are as nice as me, and worse off the fauna and trees could easily kill an inexperienced adventurer." She took another sip of her beer. "I'll take your word on Yarrow being boring if you live there. I mean you have more experience than me."

"And don't underestimate yourself. Everyone has story, and most Cards think it's nothing. But great stories come from ordinary people. At least that's what I've experienced." Rosemary shrugged. "My job is as interesting as I make it. What do you do for a living, eh?"

[Momo]

Ursula laughed heartily. “So what you’re saying is that it’s not a place for little ol’ me.” Not a question, it was most likely a correct observation; the Yarrow wasn’t interested in near-death experiences any more. “And Yarrow isn’t so bad for most people, or for a short period of time at least.” She smiled thoughtfully. “Assuming you’re a female, of course.”

Yeah, males were bottom-of-the-barrel in Flower World, except maybe for the pretty ones.

Well, she did have stories, and she’d be happy to share most of them – she was wonderfully chatty with an incredibly stunted inhibition – but not all. Not because she was particularly hung up on the past, mind you, just that she didn’t want to be portrayed as a victim or something equally pathetic.

Ursula chuckled. “I do basically anything that gets me paid...I don’t exactly have a stable profession.” She was usually okay with that, but at the moment the lack of money was extremely irritating. She took another, lengthy sip.

[Kari Muffin]

"The Wood is for no one if it had its way," Rosemary said with a shrug. She still loved her home, no matter how dangerous or strange it was. Of course everyone had their different opinions on their own region. Rosemary shrugged it off, a smile still on her face a she sipped her beer.

She titled her head curiously at the woman not having a steady job. "Jack of all trades and master of none then?" she asked as her tail curled in thought. Besides being a bard she wrote articles for papers under a pen name, that's how she made real money, so she could understand multitasking. However, she had simply assumed the well trimmed yarrow woman would have a job like most of the "responsible adults" she had met over the years. Or perhaps that was just because of her suit?

Forge continued to poke inside of Rosemary's head. Making a fuss about wanting to speak to the woman himself. Rosemary's ears flattened at the thought. Most Yarrows didn't like men, and she didn't want to mess up a chance meeting that was going so well. Instead she gulped down the rest of her beer in one long swig. Setting the glass down she looked to the other canine.

"If you do what you need to get by.... do you write?"

[Momo]

Ursula pursed her lips together, holding back another stream of laughter. “You could say that,” she responded enigmatically, batting her eyelashes playfully at the tattooed female in front of her. She supposed as a Heart more was expected of her – and in a way she knew eventually she’d have to get her act together – just not yet. There’d be time for greatness later; she was still young yet and hell, weren’t the possibilities just endless?

“There are a few lines of work that I enjoy, but as of yet I’m not really ready to settle down, so to speak.” None of them were particularly respectable careers, but so far the Yarrow had survived just fine without that.

She finished her own drink and blinked. The liquid burned all the way down to her stomach, but at least she was beginning to sense its effects. In fact, she was starting to feel positively giddy; more often than not Ursula was a happy, if somewhat exaggerated, drunk.

The question threw her off guard and, nipping her lower lip, she shook her head. “Oh, no, not me. I mean, every so often I write something in my journal, but I would hardly title myself an author.” She paused thoughtfully. “I don’t have the talent necessary to transfer my thoughts to paper; all of my brilliant observations transform to nonsense the instant I write them down. But you must be a very good writer, and obviously don’t suffer from my silly little problem,” she added, giggling.

[Kari Muffin]

Rosemary snorted and waved a paw. "Though I'm gifted at telling stories verbally, writing takes a bit of effort. Not everyone is willing to hear a story in my voice, and when I write for something like a newspaper I have to bend to the public's expectations."

The canine paused, looking from the Yarrow to her drink. Quite suddenly she picked up the glass and tipped it back all the way, chugging her beer.

Setting the glass down carefully she shrugged. "And frankly I think it's a pain in the ass. But anyway. Enough about jobs, it's a pretty boring topic. I mean, what do you for fun in the capital? This bar doesn't seem like your normal place of residence for excitement. You did mention that the cards here were depressing."

Perhaps that was because of the time of day anyway? No, most bars were pretty depressing, this one was just like all the others.