A Subtle Drink [Azure]
Mar 23, 2014 19:23:16 GMT -5
Post by tyrus on Mar 23, 2014 19:23:16 GMT -5
Could of chosen any other bar but I decided to pick the least busy... And the most dingy. Not a single other person here but me and the bartender.
The morph turned her glass over and over, waiting silently for the bartender to go about finding the ingredients for the drink she had ordered. The glasses in the back were caked with dust, the same could be said for most of the entire bar. She had come here because the name "Subtle Drink" both raised her curiosity and made her wonder about the contents of the drinks. She usually didn't partake in alcohol of any kind because she was normally worried about losing control. However now that she was a bit different than before.... She wrinkled her nose and stared at the bartender; his brow was sweating as he tried to find the last bit of drink. His thoughts were fuddled with confusion. He obviously wasn't expecting anyone to pop up; nor did the morph blame him. Pravus types usually avoided small bars like this from what she was told but that's exactly the reason why she came here. It was quiet and most people liked that sort of thing. She brushed her hair aside with a small sigh before gently bumping minds with his. She lacked any kind of verbal communication so she had to use her psychic abilities in order to even talk to anyone.
Something wrong?
The man sighed a bit and glanced back, some people couldn't tell the difference of when Tyrus spoke to them. This man was one of those people; Tyrus was glad of this since those that could notice that fact would often treat her different. She was already much different than others and she didn't need yet another contributing factor to people not wanting to deal with her. Her dark blue fur was riddled with swirls; though the hair that topped her head was a shocking pink colour making her heritage of Splicing very questionable to those that didn't read her files. She sighed softly and stared at the man who gulped nervously before shaking his head.
No Ma'am, Just trying to find the right bottle. I know I have it in stock but... I seem to of misplaced it.
The morph shook her head and then gently put her mug down her hair shifting a bit from her head's motions. The morph wasn't exactly too keen on having everything perfect with her drink, she was just as interested in having the damn thing half finished. She set her mug upright and gestured to it before smiling to the man. He sighed again and then started mixing said drink; the morph kept her milky blue eyes on the man before he eventually finished pouring out her drink. She stopped smiling and then sniffed at the drink; it was a strong fruity smell but it lacked the alcoholic tang that most drinks would have. She was kind of glad that she didn't have to bother with it; her powers were very dangerous if she wasn't in control. Since her powers were based off of her mind she guessed it'd probrably be better for her to be able to remain off radar of those that would make her life hell. Her eyes closed for a moment and she let out a soft puff of air as she felt her fur stand on end for no good reason.....
The morph turned her glass over and over, waiting silently for the bartender to go about finding the ingredients for the drink she had ordered. The glasses in the back were caked with dust, the same could be said for most of the entire bar. She had come here because the name "Subtle Drink" both raised her curiosity and made her wonder about the contents of the drinks. She usually didn't partake in alcohol of any kind because she was normally worried about losing control. However now that she was a bit different than before.... She wrinkled her nose and stared at the bartender; his brow was sweating as he tried to find the last bit of drink. His thoughts were fuddled with confusion. He obviously wasn't expecting anyone to pop up; nor did the morph blame him. Pravus types usually avoided small bars like this from what she was told but that's exactly the reason why she came here. It was quiet and most people liked that sort of thing. She brushed her hair aside with a small sigh before gently bumping minds with his. She lacked any kind of verbal communication so she had to use her psychic abilities in order to even talk to anyone.
Something wrong?
The man sighed a bit and glanced back, some people couldn't tell the difference of when Tyrus spoke to them. This man was one of those people; Tyrus was glad of this since those that could notice that fact would often treat her different. She was already much different than others and she didn't need yet another contributing factor to people not wanting to deal with her. Her dark blue fur was riddled with swirls; though the hair that topped her head was a shocking pink colour making her heritage of Splicing very questionable to those that didn't read her files. She sighed softly and stared at the man who gulped nervously before shaking his head.
No Ma'am, Just trying to find the right bottle. I know I have it in stock but... I seem to of misplaced it.
The morph shook her head and then gently put her mug down her hair shifting a bit from her head's motions. The morph wasn't exactly too keen on having everything perfect with her drink, she was just as interested in having the damn thing half finished. She set her mug upright and gestured to it before smiling to the man. He sighed again and then started mixing said drink; the morph kept her milky blue eyes on the man before he eventually finished pouring out her drink. She stopped smiling and then sniffed at the drink; it was a strong fruity smell but it lacked the alcoholic tang that most drinks would have. She was kind of glad that she didn't have to bother with it; her powers were very dangerous if she wasn't in control. Since her powers were based off of her mind she guessed it'd probrably be better for her to be able to remain off radar of those that would make her life hell. Her eyes closed for a moment and she let out a soft puff of air as she felt her fur stand on end for no good reason.....
֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!