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[bountyhead]

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(That time spent alone drinking or not became natural, if she were to admit it. Her world was a world of monochrome and dreary rain engulfing her, drowning her thoughts as it made everything murky. The sight of her so easily looked at then gone in a moment before their very eyes like she never once existed; the patrons each almost seem to wonder if she's real, if someone with looks like hers is really there. Or if someone that looks like her can genuinely be real like pictures from movies, magazines come to life when this unusual wanderer notes Faye did seem to choke from drinking a little too fast.

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.)

[bountyhead]

Faye. [ her real name: won't bother including her last name. that one wasn't real. ] Nice to meet you, Acheron.

[ 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. ]