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- Posted: Sun, 03 Feb 2013 22:01:37 +0000
An uncomfortable silence settled over the prestigious yet cozy tavern. Shakti shifted her weight from her left foot to her right, wondering why wandering into a strange building had seemed like such a bright idea a minute ago. At least the room was nearly empty; the only other inhabitants were a dark figure draped casually on his barstool, leaning in to listen to another man behind the counter: a rather effeminate being whose skin pigmentation appeared to be just the palest shade of pink. Just as the girl was considering the amount of energy it would take to mumble a polite apology and turning tail to leave, the pink-haired man's puzzled expression warmed into a maternal smile. Images, textures, sensations came to mind: those of tender embraces, mugs of warm chicken broth before bed, and soft hands running a comb gently through her hair.
"Oh! Welcome to The Elephant Gun!" Their eyes met for only the briefest of moments before a HISSS! SIZZLE! FSHHH! interrupted the server's friendly welcome. Alarmed, his eyes darted to the stove behind him; after a quick save he was more than happy to tip the contents of the sputtering pan into an ornately decorated dish and sliding it in the direction of the customer.
The bartender regained his composure and started tending to the dark man, beaming as he invited the newcomer to "Come in, come in!" Immediately cracking more eggs into the pan, he made eye contact with his guest once more. "Ah. Coffee? Afraid not. But we do have some tea." Shakti's nose twitched in disappointment, yet she was not too busy making an effort not to gape at the man's peculiar pet to notice that, alas, the aroma of coffee had been nothing more than an illusion. "Have you had breakfast yet?" It took much of her self-control to avert her eyes from the alien creature and murmur, striding closer to the bar and the man behind it, "That sounds lovely, thank you. And no, I have not." Shakti offered him a shy smile.
"Oh! Welcome to The Elephant Gun!" Their eyes met for only the briefest of moments before a HISSS! SIZZLE! FSHHH! interrupted the server's friendly welcome. Alarmed, his eyes darted to the stove behind him; after a quick save he was more than happy to tip the contents of the sputtering pan into an ornately decorated dish and sliding it in the direction of the customer.
The bartender regained his composure and started tending to the dark man, beaming as he invited the newcomer to "Come in, come in!" Immediately cracking more eggs into the pan, he made eye contact with his guest once more. "Ah. Coffee? Afraid not. But we do have some tea." Shakti's nose twitched in disappointment, yet she was not too busy making an effort not to gape at the man's peculiar pet to notice that, alas, the aroma of coffee had been nothing more than an illusion. "Have you had breakfast yet?" It took much of her self-control to avert her eyes from the alien creature and murmur, striding closer to the bar and the man behind it, "That sounds lovely, thank you. And no, I have not." Shakti offered him a shy smile.