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Post by Taron Crimson on Jan 27, 2009 20:08:41 GMT -5
Down, Down, Down, and Down after down, went the shots of Rum. Taron was sort of depressed and needed a pick-me up in more way then one. He had been to this world and it was filled with so much evil, it was intoxicating all by itself. Although a few shots like that wouldn't even have an effect on Taron, from where he came from it was like water to them. In fact that was the main drink they had with all of their food, that and Jack Daniels.
He found this place by accident and saw that it was a pub. He was glad that he finally found a place with alcohol. Yet when he drank it never showed in his breath, and usually not in his actions. It was rare that he even became buzzed, and he had only ever become drunk once in his life time.
He had some interesting conversations with some of the ladies their, he was amused by how easily information came by this way. They would literally spill their life story in front of him. There was also tidbits of information of this world thrown in to. It was a good day for him, besides the hellish world he was in currently.
"Well thank you ladies for all that you have taught me maybe some other time we can meet again."
He smiled once again and made his way over to another section of the bar, hoping to find some one of more interest..... some one of more beauty. He really did want to go home with some one tonight.. but he would deal with it if he did not. These girls would have fallen into bed easily, but they were not they type of girl he was looking for.
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Post by Φueen Keziah on Feb 1, 2009 20:46:51 GMT -5
Zekiah had her private brewery. She had an expansive stock of ales, beers, and wines, but no interest in drinking from them. After so many years of boredom in her life, she could hold more alcohol than a pirate with half of the affects upon her person. Still, she craved a little attention, and after a fight with the good-for-nothing husband over an affair she had ten years ago, the time seemed perfect to find a new love interest to coo over. Perhaps having another child would stuff his fat foot so far into his mouth that he'd apologize for once, though she found the idea to be rather unlikely. He probably wouldn't even notice if she had another child until it was a few years old!
Grumbling, the queen stormed to a mirror and shifted her features. She made her hair shorter and curled it into a working class bun before turning her eyes a bright pink in color, a simple dusting of pink added to her lips and cheeks to give her skn a bit more color that it's usual alabaster white. She made herself slightly shorter so she stood about five foot and six inches rather than her usually overbearing six foot, and she adorned a somewhat old gray cloak with a tattered section - queens didn't wear things tattered, unless they were planning on pretending to not be the queen, which Zekiah just so happened to be doing. Even with so little actually done to herself, she'd managed to make herself look like a completely different person. She looked far more common, as she wished, though she kept her air of dignity and grace about herself, and her beauty - well, that couldn't disappear even if she willed it! Ha!
She made her way to the bar in secrecy, positively enjoying her stroll through the woods and even happier when she finally reached the town. Oh happy oblivion, how she loved to toss back as many drinks as possible and rot her gut with bliss~!
The queen moved her way to a specific section of the bar, ordering the house specialty, and started tossing them back long before she noticed in the corner of her now pink eyes an angel looking boy who looked rather dashing. She raised an eyebrow at him, hoping to catch his attention as she grinned. Yes. He'd make rather pretty babies... |
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Post by Taron Crimson on Feb 2, 2009 20:40:30 GMT -5
Taron felt something prod at him, he realised that some one was staring at him, no doubt one of the girls he had turned down, but he turned his head just in case. He was happy to be wrong for once, for it seemed the woman he had been looking for was here. Well he did not know who he was looking for, but she was the type he was in fact looking for. She was very beautiful and tall, both qualities he liked in a woman, she was almost as tall as him, he was about 6'2. There was not even half a foot difference, he did not mind that at all it was a turn on to him.
Yet the thing that dragged him in was this mysterious aura she seemed to have. He loved a good mystery from time to time, and it seemed she was just the one for him. He smiled, he was not good for pick-up lines, admittedly most girls usually made the first move. He decided to try and what now, hopefully she would not turn him down because of his lame skills in picking up women.
Taron lightly strolled over to her and bowed like a gentleman would, probably rare in this world. "I am Taron Crimson my lady.. may I buy you a drink and take this seat beside you? If that is in fact a yes then may I know your name?" He gave his award winning smile to this woman and hoped it all went well. Thats all he could do in a situation like this one, there was no where to hide and no where to run any more. He had to deal with his choice now, and he hoped that he would not come to regret that very choice he had made.
He brushed his hand through his hair real quick like, revealing his dreamy eyes, well thats what he had been told. He also had been told that he had the looks of an angel. Of course he doubted that, he just wondered how they knew what angels looked like, maybe if he had seen one and that person had seen one, he might have been willing to accept that.
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