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bountyhead) wrote2019-06-02 02:05 pm
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bountyhead) wrote2019-06-02 02:05 pm
@untohell ( acheron )
Appreciate it.
[ the last text before she puts her phone down and trades off to grab her glass. she finishes the rest of her whiskey; a burning cascade travels down her body and inspires her to order another. she's embarking on that point in her inebriety where she feels very warm, which in turn releases the tension in her body. it's not until she's had something to drink that she realizes just how much tension she holds every single time. she's even feeling gregarious—at least for this mystery woman she's invited for a drink.
while faye waits, she skims back over the text exchange. " —most of it is alone. " they have something in common. she might not have been alone if she allowed the couple to pull her into whatever they were hoping to include her in, but it was probably better that she didn't. sparing a quick glance, they seem to have returned to their conversation, their attention settled on one another. a fleeting pang strikes her as she subtly watches them. that is, until the door opens and in walks a startling beauty she recognizes.
every patron seems to turn to look and marvel. can't blame them. especially when faye is doing a bit of that herself. the bartender arrives with her drink just as the woman starts walking her way, and she quickly takes a drink to make her staring less obvious. it turns out to be a mistake when she swallows too fast and the liquid travels down the wrong pipe, causing her to sputter and cough. somehow faye manages to collect herself in time and turns to look at her with a semi-embarrassed smile. ]
Not at all. You got here pretty fast, actually. I didn't think you'd know which bar I was at.
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She isn't going to call her out on staring or anything, just as she wouldn't the other patrons who had gone back to their business. How she managed to find this bar first was because it was the one she had passed by on the way to find a place to relax at for the night until she made herself sleep later, whilst keeping her head down as best she could in hopes she didn't accidentally get recognized too. Doing the things she did does draw attention, a lot of it if she were honest.)
....I actually had just passed it and thought to check here first.
(After getting comfortable, she orders a whiskey on the rocks for herself. Her tendency to order bitter drinks was more a preference on Acheron's part, anyway, something bitter to give her small reminders. Something that can give a natural burn and warmth as the taste washes down her throat before she almost forgets another thing. She hasn't gave her name out just yet.)
Acheron.
(Her real name, if she ever gives it out, is best left a mystery.)
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[ before the exchanging of names, those green eyes of hers had been admiring the way she swallows whiskey like it was as easy as water. manicured brows lift slowly, expressing the level of impressed she was, before a boozy little smile tugs the corners of her lips. ]
So do you always accept drink invites from strange women? What if I'm dangerous?
[ her smoky voice holds a playful flex when she asks. dangerous could describe faye when it comes to the unwarranted violence she's prone to express when she's aggravated. that won't happen here. or will it? who knows! her mood tends to be on a swivel. however, this was mostly a jest toward acheron. she remembers the woman telling her she can handle herself and she has no reason not to believe it. ]
What if you're dangerous? Some of the most beautiful creatures in the animal kingdom are also deadly, you know.
[ she's possibly flirting a little there. trying to be slick about it. she brings her glass to her lips and takes another drink. ]