[MillietheWarrior]

 
   (Prowl, Seraphim, Human Forms)

The man leaned tiredly against the counter, his eyes half closed with fatigue. As he sighed, his shoulders seemed to slump, and it almost seemed as though he was falling asleep where he sat, sinking lower and lower, until he looked like hw as bent in half. The stool he was perched on began to wobble precariously, and before he knew it, he had fallen right over, jolted out of his half-asleep state with the shock of hitting a hard, wooden floor. "Son of a-!" he cried, as his back connected with the wood. Groaning, he just lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, before two different hued eyes and a cherub round face popped into view.

A young woman giggled merrily, her voice a soft, chime-like chirp as she crouched over him, prodding him in the side with her dark fingers. He waved a hand at her half-heartedly, growling under his breath. "Go away, Seraphim. I just want to get drunk, and go to sleep...." His voice trailed off and he closed his yellow eyes, letting a fresh wave of exhaustion roll over him. The poking did not stop, and he grunted in surprise as a foot finally connected with his rib. "Get up, you lazy bum!" Seraphim nearly screeched in her lightly accented voice. "I don't want to be dragging your lazy butt home."

Snorting, she turned away, and perched daintily on her own stool. The man sighed, and, with a great amount of effort, hauled himself to his feet, where he reclaimed his stool. The bartender regarded him coolly, as if a man falling off his stool and claiming to want to sleep on the floor of his bar was an everyday occurrence. Cleaning one of his many glasses, which bartenders always seemed to strangely be doing, he turned to place it back on the shelf, asking that age old question that every bartender asks a customer. "What can I getcha?" Prowl waved one arm lazily. "Just water for me. I'm too damn tired to drink much else. And I still need to 'drag my lazy butt' home."

Sighing, the bartender sized the man up, before handing him a clean glass of water with an annoyed grunt. Seraphim giggled, her pitch black, curly hair, tipped in a light blue and purple, bouncing with every move she made. "Same for me," she chirped, receiving the same treatment as her friend before. She glanced at Prowl, who was staring at his cup of water like it was them most interesting thing in the world, before slipping off her stool. "Well, I'm gonna go mingle. You really bring down the mood, you know that?" Prowl grumbled something under his breath, before resting his head on one long, lightly tanned arm.

He had actually dressed pretty snappy, considering he was half-asleep when Seraphim dragged him out of bed and demanded he go with her to the bar to 'chase off those annoying, drunken bastards who always try to hit on me when I clearly have better options than them.' In her words, of course. He wore a slightly dark gray blazer with a light gray sweatshirt hood. His shirt was a light green, that faded into a light blue and had the words 'Is It Sexy In Here, Or Is It Just Me?' emblazoned on the front.

Not...exactly the right shirt to wear to a bar if you weren't planning on picking anyone up. And Prowl was almost positive that he was too tired to go looking for anyone to have some fun with today. His grey sneakers squeaked a bit as they slipped off the bar stool, and he shoved his hands into his light blue jeans pockets, letting his head fall again the bar with a dull 'thud.' Oh, why, oh why, didn't he stay home today? Sleep sounded pretty nice right about now...

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[Kitsune_Beauty]

OOC- They seem a bit lonley here. ^^;;

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This may not have been one of thoughs bouncing clubs with music so loud the walls vibrated, but it was a bar none the less and this girl needed a drink. Badly. She had spent the night in Lambastia's cathedral before meeting that merkuhna. Her sister had contacted her saying their mother wanted her home, then when the flarend girl got there, plans had changed and she just got another lecture from her sister about getting as drunk as she did on a regular basis. To put it bluntly, Kanali didn't give a damn.

The flarend stood outside the bar, leaning against the wall coolly as she puffed a cigarette. Skinny, leathor pants, a mid-driff black tank top that showed the red runes on her dark skin, and a black leathor jacket covered her. Two holes in the back of her pants let her blue, flaming tails sway freely. Her blue wings were tucked beneath her jacket and her ears were hardly noticeable against her equally black, red-highlighted hair. Flicking the cigarette butt to the ground, she turned briskly and walked in.

The girl strode right up to the counter and sat down, eyeing the bartender with her blue eyes. "Sake and spike it." Her voice was that of a frequent clubber. Wild and just a bit abrasive. She didn't mean anything by it, though. It was just her way. As she awaited her drink, Kanali's gaze wandered to the human lucain next to her. She'd never be mated to a male, but she certainly didn't mind putting them on a bit. "Had a little too much, didn't ya big fella?" she mused sarcasticly.

[MillietheWarrior]

Prowl had been too absorbed  in trying not to fall asleep, that he hadn't even heard the girl come and sit next to him. From across the room, where she was speaking to a rather impressive looking Sahound in human form, Seraphim giggled his way, before turning back to her unendingly interesting conversation. Blinking blearily, he glanced up at the girl who had plopped down next to him, thinking, for a moment, that she hadn't been talking to him. Too much to drink? No, not tonight. He waved a lazy hand, and sat up a bit straight, his entire posture screaming fatigue.

But, with someone sitting next to him, and apparently trying for a bit of a conversation, he figured he might as well try and look a bit more presentable. Swiveling to face her, he regarded her quietly with his golden eyes. An obvious clubber, or...Well, biker, is what first came to mind with him, she had one of those 'colder than ice, look at me wrong and I'll punch you in the face,' attitudes. Shrugging his shoulder, he folded and arm on the bar, running a hand across his shaved head. "Eh, not tonight, sweetheart," he said with a slight laugh in his voice. "Tonight, I'm just dead tired."

He had heard what he ordered, and cringed a bit. That was some strong stuff she was drinking. "What about you? Looks like you know your way around a bar, huh?" He shook his head. "Even I'm not that brave when it comes to drinkin'." He grinned roguishly, taking a drink from his glass of water. In retrospect, he probably looked like a sissy now, mainly because he was, well, drinking...Water...

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[Jaden Wolf]

Kaguroi

A young man walked up to the door of the bar, peering inside. Well, it looks like there could be something to do here... He gazed around the room through the mirror.
Wearing jeans with the words 'While you say "Dumb Troublemaker", I say "Cunning Trickster".' on his white shirt, he didn't look like a really bad kid at first glance. Through holes in his jeans, hung two colourful tails, twitching in boredom, and showing his eagerness to find something to do.
Finally, he walked in and sat down. He looked around yet again, and winced. If Mother found out I was here, I would never hear the end of it...though I'm sure she would find something else to scold me about. I hope Shiver doesn't find out...
Then his eyes landed on the three, two human kuhnas and a human lucain. He stood and walked to the closest, who was talking with a sahound. "Hey. What's up?" he asked her, ignoring the sahound.
He hoped he didn't look too kind...he hated that. "The name's Kaguroi. What's yours?"

[MillietheWarrior]

Seraphim had been having a rather riveting conversation with the Sahound, who, she might say, was looking quite fine tonight. Batting her eyelashes, she tilted her head girlishly, holding her drink in one hand. "Really?" she asked sweetly, giggling in a sugar coated voice. "I never knew that about Sahounds. Your so very insightful!"

The Sahound looked pleased, and gave her a toothy grin. but the sound of another voice caught the dark skinned girl's attention. She turned, bi-colored eyes twinkling as they fell upon the Kuhna boy. "Oh, hello!"she giggled, her voice sweet and slightly accented.

"Kaguroi? What a sweet name!" The Sahound clearly looked displeased, and inclined his head towards the boy. Crossing his arms, he growled out something. "Hey, beat it kid. We're having a conversations here."Seraphim said nothing, only batted her eyelashes, smiling sweetly.

[Jaden Wolf]

Kaguroi smiled as the girl commented on his name. He was about to reply when he heard the sahound. He looked around then looked at the man. "What kid?" he said, sounding truly confused. Then he pointed at himself. "Oh, you mean me?" he asked innocently. Then he sat down and turned to the girl. "Wat a combertation? Da big man said you was having a combertation. And he shaid I'm a kid." he said, making his voice sound like a child's. Then he glared at the sahound. "Yet, I can talk okay, I can come into a bar..." he trailed off and looked at the girl. "And I think I'm around her age, maybe a bit younger." He smiled at her again. He could have drove the man insane, he could make anyone go crazy...so far, but he chose not to this time. He didn't know why...but the guy was lucky. He cocked an eyebrow at the girl. "You never did tell me your name." he said with a smile.

[MillietheWarrior]

"Oh!" Seraphim said, clapping her hands together as though she had just remembered something. "Oh, right. I'm Seraphim. Pleasure to meet you."She giggled a bit at his impression of a child, but the Sahound didn't think it was so funny. He growled, and grabbed Kaguroi by the collar of the shirt. "Think your bein' funny, do ya?"he barked. Narrowing his eyes, he didn't step back, even when Seraphim glared at him crossly. "You wanna take this outside, punk?"Seraphim placed one tan hand on his own, and, with deft precision, pulled his arm away from Kaguroi.

"Excuse me, sir,"she said, her voice falsely sweet. "I think you should take yourself outside. Alone."The Sahound looked between the girl and the boy Kuhna, before snarling to himself. Turning, he stalked off to a corner table, where he glared at them for a few moments, before another woman began to occupy his time. Seraphim turned to Kaguroi and smiled. "Sorry,"she chirped, curling her finger into one strand of her ebony hair cutely, and bouncing a bit. "Men just don't know how to take a hint."She giggled, and blinked her large, bi-colored eyes at him cutely.

[Banister]

(Lily Ribboncase- human form.)

Though the hair colours and meek feel of her eyes tre ?©l?©gant, her stature and dress were quite against that blunt statement. Had she come from where she usually was- at home, reading another french gothic romance to lull her to sleep or watching violent movies- she would have looked quite normal. A cream turtleneck, light, light blue jeans, or even a skirt on some days if that was what she would feel the need for. But this wasn't the actual woman that laid down and read vampires and ghosts have a little jiggle room all night. No, this was the stranger and somewhat more... foreign side to the carney-by-day-pathetic-romance-novelist-at-night. Her dangerously short light blonde hair (a touch of cream in it's strands and a mass of light pink streaks at the ends, as usual) was spiked somewhat in the back, like the head feathers of a strange bird. Pale makeup-less skin was quite exposed to the small cloud of smog in the dusky haze of the bar as she strode in. Lily had come in dressed as more of a drinker than a woman, a cream shirt with pink spots along the bottom rim (exposing her tummy in an unselfconscious manner, none the less.) with a quote in the same colour with a fairly silhouetted feline across her bosom- I LIKE CATS on a much larger first line, and then if they're cooked right on a much smaller lower line under the cat picture. And on her lower torso, she simply wore a pair of a light blue pair of faded jeans. She sat down two seats away from a shaven-head guy who happened to be drinking water. First thought that came to mind was 'why in the world would anyone in their right mind drink water at a freaking bar?' as she cocked down her black-framed glasses suggestively.
Lily looked playfully at the bartender in front of her, blue eyes twinkling under the frames.
"Hit me up."

[Kitsune_Beauty]

Already done with her drink, she slammed the glass on the counter with a solid 'clop!' before glancing back at the lucain next to her. "Boy you think this is all I got? I'm usually singin' over at the Slums. Last time I woke up in Lambastia's cathedral cause I didn't feel like gettin' chewed out by my sis and my momma for the millionth time." Not that the flarend girl gave much thought to her ryoklein sister and bubblegum mother's lectures, it just got old having to pretend to listen to the same things every night. "Spent the night chattin' with a pretty little Merkuhna. Bit prissy but damn she was fine." By now she had a small bottle of vodka in her hand and her voice was starting to slur.

Noticing the spectrakuhna that had walked in, Kanali took another gulp of vodka and spoke. "What you doin' in a place like this, tenderfoot?" No it wasn't in the flarend girl's nature to come off as 'nice' or even try to. She was who she was. Plain and simple. Suddenly, her eyes fell on Seraphim and the sahound. Normally Kanali didn't like the girly-flirty types, but that kanua was a cute peice of work. Ignoring the sahound completely, the flarend got up and strolled over. "What's happenin' tonight, pretty thing?" she purred as she reached into her pocket and lit up another cigarette.

[MillietheWarrior]

Seraphim blinked, and turned away from Kaguroi at the sound of another voice that had come up from behind. She was still smiling, her two-toned eyes bright and big, and grinned lightly at the girl, curling her fingers in her black, wavy hair. "Oh, same old, same old. Getting picked up by total jerks, making sure they know their bounds...But I sure did meet a nice one here, in Kaguroi,"she said, motioning towards the Kuhna.

She regarded the female silently, before giggling lightly in that sweeter-than-candy voice that she always seemed to have. "The name's Seraphim, honey," she chirped. "And what about you? I saw you talkin' to my sleepy friend on the bar stool. he really brings down the mood, don't he?" She giggled, her eyes twinkling.


"Huh, what?"Prowl asked, looking a bit bleary eyed as the Kuhna spoke to him. Sheesh, she was hardcore, wasn't she. He chuckled a bit at her story, but never got a chance to reply, as she had sauntered off to talk to Seraphim. He rolled his eyes in amusement. They'd both have their hands full. Seraphim was a bit of a spit-fire, and that Kuhna gal didn't look like no pushover either. As he turned to the voice on the other side of him, Prowl's bleary eyes snapped open. Well, what have we here? A female Lucain, huh?

He whistled under his breath, feeling the edges of his fatigue slipping away as he glanced at her with his bright, golden eyes. She was wearing glasses, too. He never did go for the 'girly-girl' type. He wanted someone with a bit of intellect behind that thick skull of theirs. Glasses, while not always a dead giveaway, were sometimes a sure sign that everything was working full time up in that head of theirs. Chuckling to himself, he leaned over a bit, and nodded his head. "Hey there, miss. Whatcha havin'?"he asked, looking curious. "Why not move over a couple seats? I could sure use someone to talk to."

[robopup24]

He certiantly did not belong here.

The Cake Kuhna, ears pressed flat against his skull, tried to make himself as small as possible as he walked through the bar. He didn't even know how he got here. Wait...his name...oh. Yes. Orphius. Aha. This made the Kuhna a bit comforted.

Now...how did he get here? Now he remembered. There was something about riding in a truck...stuck in a cage...being dumped outside here. A bruise throbbed on his side painfully at the memory.

He might as well stay here then. Orphius plunked himself in a shady corner, as close to the fireplace as possible and squinched his eyes shut. Dang. The smell of beer lingered around here heavily. Hopefully, nobody would come up to him...

[Banister]

She heard the voice, hands done doing their delicate waltz over the beer mug the bartender had just handed her. This was a man's voice, naturally. He sounded sort of lonely. Or was that her natural dreamer-romantic instinct kicking in after a day or two of book-fast?
Lily looked over, curious as well. He was handsome, yes. A lucain as well. Around her age, if not a slight tidbit older. She wasn't alone, it seemed. (her consience argued with that statement momentarily before continuing.) Besides, she should stop being so hesitant and just throw herself out there in the fray once again. He didn't look hostile at all, really. Just wondering. But you really couldn't tell, could you? She moved down one seat, still keeping her distance from the man. So she proceeded to speak softly, a playful edge sneaking into the crisp ends of her voice as she replied.
"I'm just having a beer. Long days at work do stuff to you, ya' know?..."
Lily's eyes peered ponderingly over the top rims of her glasses jokingly. She leaned sarcastically on her elbow, the palm of her hand facing the floor as it supported her pale chin, bifocals glinting happily in the dim lights of the bar, haze not constricting her breathing at all. There was a small pause. Her small smile faltered slightly as she looked at Prowl's isolated figure.
"Aye, Ya' look lonely." She gave sad, hollow smirk. Oh dear, that other side of her was kicking in again...

[Jaden Wolf]

Kaguroi looked around, it was starting to get crowded, and it was making him feel hyper. He quickly pushed away the feeling and cocked an eyebrow at the kuhna girl who had walked up to Seraphim. He smiled, knowing she was starting to get drunk, and watched her carefully. You never know what a drunk person will do. He raised his hand in greeting as Seraphim mentioned him, but then his eyes were drawn to a poor cake kuhna who had walked in. He looked sad, scared maybe? Whatever it was, one thing was obvious. He didn't belong here. Kaguroi pitied him, as the small pet reminded him of his little brother. He decided to keep an eye on him too, and turned to watch Seraphim and the other kuhna girl. He heard Seraphim say something and laughed. "Brings down the mood? I have yet to see someone who 'brings down the mood' with me around." He smiled, his tails swishing against the stool. He'd be even happier if he could stay away from his mother and sister long enough to let the smell of beer come out of his clothes and hair. Man, he'd get an earful if either found out. Well, he would get one anyway...but the shorter the better.

[Kitsune_Beauty]

OOC- robo, don't deny it, your stalking me aren't you? XD

Kanali turned her head away from anyone around and blew a puff of smoke into the air before answering. "Name's Kanali, babe. Big bad and furry over there giving you any trouble?" At the last sentence, she motioned to the sahound sitting at the far away table. She was getting a bit wily and hadn't been in a good bar fight in a wile. Her light colored eyes wandered to the cake kuhna that had just walked in. Someone like him didn't belong here, but Kanali wasn't that cruel so she just left him be.

The flarend took another gulp of the vodka before setting the bottle on a nearby table. "So, who's the lug?" she asked before dragging on her cigarette again. She motioned to Prowl with one of her softly glowing tails.

[MillietheWarrior]

Seraphim regarded Kaguroi with a bright, chirpy smile. Or at least, it might've been chirpy, if she had been saying anything. "Yes, you sure look like you brighten up a room," she said, jokingly, ruffling his hair with one tanned hand. with a giggle, she glanced at Kanali, and tilted her head, a wave of ebony curls cascading over her shoulders. "Oh no, not anymore. He knows when he's not wanted."She drew her brows together, suddenly, like two dark rain clouds. "Bah, I'd like to see him come over and try anything now!"

She was startled by Kanali's second question, and dragged her two toned eyes over to glance at Prowl. "Him? Oh, just a good friend of mine. His name is Prowl. I've known him for a while. I made him come with me tonight in case any guys tried to get too rowdy. Even if he looks like he's drunk off his butt, he really isn't. He's actually dead tired right now...He could kick that Sahounds butt all the way from here to Nabias."She nodded smugly, before the little cake Kuhna in the corner caught her eye. She glanced at Kanali, and then Kaguroi.

"Oh, another Kuhna,"she giggled. "I'm gonna invite him over." With a bounce and a flourish, the dark skinned woman flounced over, before stopping just in front of the Kuhna, eyes bright in the dark corner. "Hello there, love," she cooed. "Whatcha doing over here in the corner? That's no way to socialize!" She reached out and grabbed his hand, her bright eyes twinkling, and a sweet smile on her face.


Prowl gave the woman a curious look. She had actually moved over? Wow, he hadn't seen that coming. I mean, sure he asked her, but no one ever took someone like him seriously, right? He smiled, revealing fanged, pearly white teeth. His golden eyes glinted slightly as he nodded, taking a drink of his water. "I hear ya. Only, I was dragged out of bed at an ungodly hour of the night, and practically forced to come down here."He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Little miss flouncy over there just couldn't come alone, could she?"

Chuckling, he took another long drink. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her smile falter. Where once it had been bright and mischievous now it was...Dulled. He didn't like that. Her next words startled him, and he looked up with bright, amber eyes. Did he really look lonely? He sure felt it, sometimes. Funny, how you never know what you are until someone else tells you. He swirled his water around in his glass, and waved the bartender over, asking for a beer that was promptly given to him.

"I guess I am,"he mumbled softly. "I just...Didn't really realize it. I should be used to it by now...I'm alone all the time..."His own words startled him, and he stared into his glass, before looking up to see her. "My name is Prowl. What about you? With a lovely face like that, it's gotta be just as pretty, right?"
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