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Faefolk
  • 25 yrs
  • Single
Posted On: Jun 27 2017, 11:50 AM
Evelyn Knught ~ 25 ~ Faefolk
Evelyn couldn't believe she'd allowed her coworkers to talk her into coming to a bar. Thinking back to earlier that day, she understood why they were so happy and excited now. Being an architect at a design firm came with many responsibilities. One of which was to get clients and their jobs over other companies. The city had been looking for a company to design and construct a new and energy saving building. It wasn't a hard task to accomplish, but because it was for the city, every design firm was vying for it.

However, as the city's representative came in to hear the proposal for the project, they had been enthralled. Of course, Evelyn was the lead architect on this proposal and her ideas and design had left them in awe almost. After the meeting, they were told that the city would be in contact with their decision soon. And she had thought that they might get it. She hadn't really been able to tell that they enjoyed the presentation so much. It wasn't obvious to her that they would get the job and that was a good thing. No point being confident to see it crumble around you.

However, she was proven wrong, that her confidence should have been present more, as the city called back hours later to confirm that they would be putting them on retainer for the project. As her secretary took the call, all Evelyn could do was stand there and stare off into space blankly. They had gotten the job... this was the biggest design of her life... breathe... And then people were congratulating her and saying how they should go out and celebrate. At first, Evelyn didn't want to be a part of these celebrations as they typically involved drinking. Something she wasn't wanting to do. While she had switched to a mood stabilizer that allowed her to drink, it wasn't recommended as her mental state couldn't be confirmed to stay stable.

However, as she was currently sitting at the table, sipping at her orange juice, she thought that she must be weak-willed or something. How had they convinced her to join anyways? Looking around the bar at her coworkers who were making toasts and raising their glasses, she smiled. This was nice, even if it felt a little exclusive. They were getting drunk, and yet she wouldn't. But hey, at least she was here, right?

Getting up from the table to get another round of drinks, Evelyn approached the bar and placed her coworkers' orders. She had landed the account and yet she was the one getting the drinks. Shaking her head, she looked over and wondered what else she could do while they got plastered. "This might suck more than I thought," she mumbled more to herself.
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Werewolf
  • 103 yrs
  • Single
Lonely is the night without the howl of a wolf.
Posted On: Aug 17 2017, 06:18 PM

no one will ever change
this animal i have become
Drinking was one of her favorite pastimes. There was nothing quite like getting blindly drunk -- it helped to block out memories both painful and otherwise. Because really, what use were memories? Even the good ones just had a tendency to fuck you up, making you wish for the good times. It was easy to ignore that she was completely dissatisfied with her proverbial muzzle plunged into a glass of something strong enough to make her sinuses ache with every inhalation. Tonight was a good night for that. Naenia had just finished setting up her new tattoo parlor in Occulte City's commercial district, and she was planning a grand opening for a couple days down the line.

For now? She was celebrating. If you could call it that. Lurking at the bar with a drink in her hand, alone and growling at anyone that came near, wouldn't likely be considered 'celebrating' by most. But it was how she preferred to spend her time. She didn't like people unless she was putting ink on them, magical or otherwise.

But she was nothing if not a curious creature. A scent, pure and clean, untainted by the scent of alcohol -- and thus standing out from the rest of the bodies in the bar -- reached her nose, causing it to twitch. Vivid red eyes swung over, peering from behind a fringe of white lashes and equally white hair, to peer at the individual (Woman? Girl? ..She looked too young to be legally able to drink.) who had posted up nearby to get more drinks for her coworkers. Crimson tattoos undulated across her bare arms, glinting wetly in the low light of the bar, as Naenia unconsciously leaned closer and took a deep inhalation through her nostrils.

"..What kind of person goes to a bar and doesn't drink?"

The words were growled, a clear indication of her lupine nature, and her voice -- which was a rich alto -- held a vague hint of an accent. Perhaps European. It elongated her vowels and gave a slight roll to her R's, making her sound exotic. Between that, her pretty face, and her voluptuous figure, many people found Naenia quite attractive. She couldn't care less. She wanted nothing to do with anyone.

Faefolk
  • 25 yrs
  • Single
Posted On: Aug 20 2017, 09:18 AM
Evelyn had been standing at the bar as the bartender got the drinks ready. She had mumbled more to herself than anyone in particular, but received a response shortly after. At least, she thought it was a response to her mumble. Speaking of how not drinking would suck, to be followed by the question of who would go to a bar and not drink; the conversation flow made sense to her.

Turning her head to look over at the woman who had spoken, she was taken back by her beauty. She had a curvaceous figure and a bright face that Evelyn assumed was even more beautiful if she were to smile. It would probably be dazzling and mesmerizing if she were to genuinely smile. Evelyn didn't realise, but she had been staring for a moment before clearing her throat.

"I'm sorry? I, uh, tried to tell my coworkers that drinking isn't really my thing, but they were determined to drag me along. We're supposed to be celebrating," she admitted, unsure if the woman would even care about her reasons. She was still waiting on the drinks when one of her coworkers, male, came over and slung his arm around her shoulders before placing another order, this one was of shots. He said thanks to her before going off.

Glancing back at her colleagues, she then cast her gaze at the woman. Wait, how had she even known? "How did you know I wasn't drinking?" she asked with half a smile on her lips.
Werewolf
  • 103 yrs
  • Single
Lonely is the night without the howl of a wolf.
Posted On: Aug 20 2017, 11:37 AM

no one will ever change
this animal i have become
..Did she honestly just apologize? Naenia seemed somewhat bewildered by this, her brow furrowing slightly while her nose crinkled up just a bit. What kind of person apologized to a random stranger when they didn't even do anything? That was just plain.. weird. She didn't say anything, though, not because she had nothing to say -- but because some unknown male, who was apparently friendly with non-drinking-girl, came up and slung his arm around her. He made the mistake of looking at Naenia, too, and her response was instantaneous: Her lips curled back to reveal her teeth, slightly elongated canines glinting in the low light, and growled at him. It was a low rumble, barely audible in the ruckus of the bar, but enough to warn him any attention was most definitely not welcome.

He left then, and Naenia relaxed fractionally, lifting her glass of double-malt scotch to her lips and sipping at the rich liquid. Its burn left a pleasantly warm trail blazing down her throat and chest before settling in her belly, and she set the glass down again, tilting her head as she eyed the girl again. The question was somewhat surprising. Most people said Naenia was half-wild even when she wasn't sporting ears and a tail. Then again she seemed pretty naive.. maybe she just couldn't tell someone who wasn't a normal human.

She expelled a soft snort of amusement, then her lips quirked into a tiny smirk.

"I can smell it on you. Well, more like I can smell the lack of it. You're like a flower sprouting out of a pile of shit. Pure and clean surrounded by the scent of booze."

Her crass tendencies -- most notably her love of cursing -- seemed to shock most people.. at least at first. Like they thought a pretty woman couldn't have a dirty mouth. She took great pleasure in surprising people. Watching the shock cross their faces was infinitely amusing.

"Why don't you drink? Don't tell me you're one of those 'my body is a temple' people. Fuckin' prudes."

She also didn't care about what questions might not be appropriate. No wonder people never stuck around long.

@Evelyn Knught

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