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 Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 3:33 pm
Mayumi adjusted her necktie as she stepped into the club. She was still feeling worn out after a practice with her roller derby team, but, lacking a car of her own, her only real chance to get out clubbing was if she tagged along with her team captain on practice nights. She was dressed up in her plaid punk skirt and fishnet stockings, with a collared short-sleeved shirt, vest, and the necktie, though she had of course switched her skates for heeled boots. ... Boots that did little to give her much of a height advantage to see over the press of people, but in a few minutes once she was in the crowd, it would not matter much to her anyway.
But before she started dancing (or jumping up and down with everyone else, since it was kind of crowded on the floor tonight), the girl figured it might be good to get a drink of something. Non-alcoholic, sadly, but Mayumi was not sure she felt like even a girly drink tonight. Smoothie or something, maybe. She started working her way towards the bar, bobbing her head a little in time to the throbbing music.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 1:03 pm
Emboldened after his conversation with the Ascendant-General, Ilmenite in the past weeks had begun going a little more fluid with his energy gathering, a little less subtle -- not, of course, that he was walking into rooms full of people and watching them drop like flies, no. It was more that, now, he spent as much of his time in clubs in uniform as out of it, an act which had the added bonus of being a hand holding him back from indulging in anything more than a little bit of innocent flirting.
As of yet, he hadn't stooped to drinking while on the job, but that wasn't to say he hadn't considered it. Tonight, at the bar, with the heavy weight of his trench coat around him and his hat at a crooked, sloppy angle, he was eyeing the row of bottles behind the tender with distant longing, his head bobbing thoughtlessly along with whatever the young woman [wearing a lot more red than Mayumi, and her skirt several inches shorter] beside him was saying.
His arm, looped around her neck, drew a slow and steady stream of life force out of the dumb girl. Already her speech had slowed from an incessant chatter to vague comments.
The effect was worse the closer she pressed herself against him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 2:10 pm
Mayumi frowned and quirked a brow at the older girl showing off entirely too much of her rear end in what had to be the tiniest skirt she had yet seen. She had read all manner of arguments over feminism online and was therefore less inclined than many of her age to toss around the word "slut" at every female whose dress she disapproved of, but ... seriously? And the way she was all up on that guy at the bar, too. Ugh.
She tried not to let her lip curl too obviously as she stepped up to the bar.
This afforded her a better look at the young man upon whom the clearly drunk girl was gradually collapsing onto. His outfit was unusual, but in much more of a cool way than a bad way. Maybe Mayumi just had a thing for military-style jackets. Hopefully the skeevy drunk chick was not his date.
Mayumi leaned against the bar, lifting her heels off the floor slightly until she caught the bartender's eye. Then, with a sweet smile, she ordered a virgin strawberry daiquiri. Once her order was placed, she settled back and glanced back at the guy in the green uniform, and offered him a pleasant grin as well.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 2:46 pm
A new girl, potentially a new target -- which was good, since the one slumped in his arms was most of the way gone. Ilmenite played innocent as Mayumi grinned at him, flashing her a smile back and rolling his eyes meaningfully. See? He was the victim here, minding his own business while the skirt flirted. He proved it by gently setting her down in a stool, arms and head slumped across the bar.
He paused to shake out his coat once she was settled and then, after a moment's thought, stole the girl's drink too. It was very pink, very sweet, but also very strong. And free. He stripped out the fruit and left it on the bar in front of her, clearing his throat and looking back to Mayumi.
"She was already pretty drunk, I guess."
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 9:00 pm
A slight laugh escaped Mayumi's lips and she nodded back once.
The bartender commanded her attention for a moment as she accepted the drink, and gave her name so he could start a tab, though she was not really sure what, if anything, else she might end up getting. Time would tell, perhaps, especially since it looked like she might have someone to talk to right here at the bar, at least for the moment.
"It's no fun here if you can't even sit up straight," Mayumi replied with a brief mock-pout at the unconscious woman. She might have been worried, but there were a lot of people around. Someone else would keep an eye on her if she really needed it.
"Do you come here a lot?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 8:47 am
Asahi Kumoru aaa sorry for the delay, been a crazy week! His eyes took in her drink, her face, trying to decide if he'd stumbled upon yet another teenager with a fake ID. Not all that surprising, if he had; after all, Ever himself had started flitting into and out of bars as soon as his Sovereign Heights career had come to a close, hauled in by a string of flighty boys who'd been only too happy to show him the ropes. In a big city like this, it seemed, it was easy enough to get what you needed. But he couldn't judge her, tonight, in the lighting. Perhaps it was too dark. He settled, absently leaning in toward her, elbow on the bar, not quite sliding into a flirt, but his tone was dry and expression easy. "No, not really. I wander, flit from one bar to another." This close, he could absently draw on her, slow and subtle so that she would barely notice. A long conversation and she might slump beside the drunken sorority girl. Ilmenite smiled. "You?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 5:43 pm
"I come here sometimes," she replied, trying to look relaxed even as she felt her heart fluttering from excitement and also probably the loud music. "My friends showed me this place, but...." Mayumi trailed off, glancing back at the dance floor, looking quickly though she knew that she would not be terribly likely to find the other girls in the crowd.
She smiled and brushed a lock of hair back behind her ear. "Pretty much on my own tonight." The bartender slid her drink to her and winked, and the grey-eyed girl spared him a quick grin in return before returning her attention to the guy in the green uniform.
"So, I have to ask." A brief pause to take a sip of smoothie through the straw. "Where did you get that uniform? It looks pretty awesome. Different. That's always cool."
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 11:31 am
'Cool' wasn't something Ilmenite got called often -- if ever. Flattery wasn't something he was used to. Admiring the uniform was a far cry from giving him a nudge or a tease or sniffing at how weird he looked, or even idly asking what it meant and where he came from. The strangeness of the girl's statement made him blink, eyebrows raised, considering the smoothie -- non-alcoholic? -- and her face, his own eyes going slowly amused. "...you like it? It was. Ah. Given to me." He waved, vaguely, with that: a circling gesture of one hand to indicate the room around them, and the city beyond. The planet. The universe. "An offering from on high, I suppose."
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