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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 1:43 pm
 Yeugh. Timinee wrinkled her nose and her ears flattened at the reek of the bar she had just walked into. And she had thought the trip to the festival village had been bad! At least there had been fresh air to soften the stink of farm animals and traveler's sweat. Here the air was stifling and smelled strongly of spirits and non-bathers and bad breath in abundance. Her father would probably tan her hide purple if he caught her in here, but compared to what he would do when he found out what had become of his best wrench, she would rather be here and run the risk of him MAYBE finding her. One of her brothers had told her that he wouldn't blab to their father (and master) about the wrench if she got him a beer at a bar, THIS bar. Stifling the urge to reach up and hold her nose, she marveled at how her brother could even come home from this place without smelling like a brewery's toilet. She found it hard to believe that such a place was to be found in Kailantas, the city of bright minds and even brighter technology.
She meandered her way uneasily through the crowd until she reached the row of bar stools. She had to scramble a bit to climb onto one; way to announce to the whole room that she was probably too young for the place. Her scowl brought the human bartender over, who looked at her with raised eyebrows as he wiped a glass futilely with a rag that had stains on it that looked older than her father. Before he could tell her that they didn't have any juice, she reached into her satchel and plunked a few coins on the counter. "Just a bottle of beer, please; thanks." The man looked even more confused, but seeing that the pink-haired Lycan wasn't about to offer any more explanation, he shrugged and took the money before ambling off, leaving Timinee to sit at the bar and try not to breathe too deep. The sooner I get out of here, the better.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 2:24 pm
 The bar didn't reek! The bar smelled like easy money. Drunk people always misplacing things or forgetting where they put their change. Oh, it was a pick pocket paradise! Light brown eyes searched the room as she moved to the bar, swift, clever hands picking pockets and picking up change as she went. She had no money of her own on her, so why not get some to get at least some grog to drink. At fifteen, she thought she was invisible and knew everything there was to know, including how to drink. Too bad this would be the first time in her life she'd ever order one and drink it.
"Oi, bar keep. I'll take a tall.... uhm... pint of ale?" Her bravado was lost. Fawn Thorne was now a little girl in a bar again and the looks around her suggested that she should have came here with a male escort. Well, she had a knife tucked away if it came down to it.
Sliding coins across the wooden top, the bar keep stashed them then gave her a mug of frothy, somehow cold ale. Sniffing it, she gagged and her tail frizzed out. "Ugh... Maybe I should have orered water..." Something bright caught her attention as she took the first sip and made this weird face, nose wrinkling again. "Eegh... What're you drinking?" This Lycan had purple hair! IT was so pretty and unusual. Was she ha half breed? She didn't look like Stag did. Or part Fae or anything. Without thinking, she took another swig of her mug and coughed. It burned so bad.
Fawn knew she was a looker. Her dread locks, markings in all the right places and very well endowed for a young adult her age. She wasn't thin, but she wasn't chunky; somewhere in a healthy middle. She had good hips for bearing children, strong legs from living in a tribal village.Yes, the only thing covering her was a necklace and a loin cloth. Lycan males turned their head appreciatively, but once they figured she couldn't be that old, they quickly lost interest.
She turned to the purple haired girl again and grinned. "I'm Fawn. Who're you? You're hair is so pretty..." She wanted to reach out and touch it, but that would be pushing things a bit too much, wouldn't it?
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 4:06 pm
As she was waiting for her beer (or her brother's beer, as it was), Timinee chanced a look around and noticed that everything seemed to be getting fogged up. Biting back a curse, she pulled off her glasses and wiped them clean on her tunic. She heard a low, appreciative growl to her right and put her glasses on just in time to see a dashing young Lycan sizing her up, clearly with one thing in mind. But once she replaced her glasses, he paused for a moment, staring as though his eyes were betraying him before shrugging and going off, vanishing into the ill-smelling throng of bodies. Timinee suppressed a smile; stupid boys! She knew she looked different without her glasses, but she was halfway to blind without them, and any potential suitor would have to put up with them if they were to stand a chance with her. Which was why they stayed firmly in place; the last thing she wanted or needed when she was proving herself to her father was some crazed male groping her and making lewd jokes about what some of her inventions could be used for. She reached down and grasped the handle of her hammer, the one tool that she carried with her at all times. You never know when a chance might arise for some business, or for defense against those seeking to take advantage of a small Lycan; she would give him the business right in his business!
"Huh?" Her rather savage train of thought was interrupted when her mind registered that someone was speaking to her, and not some other male out looking for a good time. She turned her head in surprise and met the eyes of another girl sitting next to her at the bar. She looked to be about her own age, and the way she was dressed made Timinee wonder if that male had even been looking at her at all. The girl seemed to be wearing little more than a necklace and a loincloth.....well, at least she wouldn't be as hot, and less chance of going tpo her home reeking. She couldn't help but wonder why she was here; had she been sent on an errand too? She eyed the mug of ale and decided that must not be it. Maybe just a girl out being rebellious, trying her first pint. Were it not for the fact that it could dull senses, Timinee wouldn't have hesitated to join her.
"I'm not really here to drink; I'm getting a beer for my brother, who's an a** and blackmailing me." She spoke more out of crossness than genuine dislike; she didn't have more than the usual sibling squabbles with her brothers and was glad of it. Still, he could have picked a nicer establishment to get his booze from. A bit surprised at the other's lack of shyness (though with those clothes what did she expect, really?), she nodded her head in greeting. "Timinee's my name; nice to meet you Fawn." She blinked in true surprise then; she didn't get called pretty very often, being often in the company of men who used the word 'pretty' as often as they combed their tails. "Er......thank you."
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