05-31-2008, 04:41 PM
“Hey, Celipa,” Zangya called as she stepped away from the tandem walk that she and Celipa had formed. They were on their way to the barracks, but Zangya had decided to indulge in something a bit more… relaxing: alcohol. She had taken it upon herself to decide this, and was telling Celipa her plan as she broke away from the pack, however small it was. “I’m gonna go grab us some drinks—you go ahead and go to the barracks, I’ll catch up.”
Celipa nodded. “Alright,” she said, and continued walking as Zangya turned and headed for the medieval tavern to get her and her new friend some drinks. The bar wasn’t far off; and thank goodness, because Zangya didn’t think she could make it far without sustenance. That fight with Celipa had worn her down considerably.
She strolled nonchalantly into the bar, heading quickly up to the counter and leaning over it anxiously. The bartender was quick to return, but he had a heated look on his face. Zangya quickly recognized why—he was the bartender she had stolen the rubber chicken from. Grinning innocently, the girl ordered her drinks obediently and in a manner that seemed to be that of a kiss-up. “I’ll take two of that marvelous lime concoction you showed me earlier,” she said cutely, and then backed off a bit, attempting not to make eye contact with her.
“What did you just order?” said someone who was sitting in the seat beside her. She turned to see a blonde-headed human sitting there, looking at her questioningly.
“Some lime thing the bartender made himself,” she replied, “It’s good.”
“Oh. That’s cool,” he replied, “I’m Kirano.”
“Zangya,” she introduced, “Pleasure to meet you.”
Kirano nodded, and the bartender came back with the drinks. “So, what’s up with you? Been accepted yet?” Kirano asked, assuming that since she was here, she hadn’t been—this woman he remembered from last year, however short a time she’d been on the show, though, so he assumed she had probably been accepted, or was bound too soon.
“Oh, no, I’ve been accepted,” she said, “I’m actually heading back to the barracks now. You?”
“I just got the news, but the attendant got called away before he could take me there,” Kirano lied, “You think you could show me the way?”
“I don’t see why not,” Zangya said, “Come on.”
Kirano beamed. Perhaps he could find Seventeen after all.
OOC: Sorry it's so short, Kirano, but it's all I could manage. I don't have much time.
Celipa nodded. “Alright,” she said, and continued walking as Zangya turned and headed for the medieval tavern to get her and her new friend some drinks. The bar wasn’t far off; and thank goodness, because Zangya didn’t think she could make it far without sustenance. That fight with Celipa had worn her down considerably.
She strolled nonchalantly into the bar, heading quickly up to the counter and leaning over it anxiously. The bartender was quick to return, but he had a heated look on his face. Zangya quickly recognized why—he was the bartender she had stolen the rubber chicken from. Grinning innocently, the girl ordered her drinks obediently and in a manner that seemed to be that of a kiss-up. “I’ll take two of that marvelous lime concoction you showed me earlier,” she said cutely, and then backed off a bit, attempting not to make eye contact with her.
“What did you just order?” said someone who was sitting in the seat beside her. She turned to see a blonde-headed human sitting there, looking at her questioningly.
“Some lime thing the bartender made himself,” she replied, “It’s good.”
“Oh. That’s cool,” he replied, “I’m Kirano.”
“Zangya,” she introduced, “Pleasure to meet you.”
Kirano nodded, and the bartender came back with the drinks. “So, what’s up with you? Been accepted yet?” Kirano asked, assuming that since she was here, she hadn’t been—this woman he remembered from last year, however short a time she’d been on the show, though, so he assumed she had probably been accepted, or was bound too soon.
“Oh, no, I’ve been accepted,” she said, “I’m actually heading back to the barracks now. You?”
“I just got the news, but the attendant got called away before he could take me there,” Kirano lied, “You think you could show me the way?”
“I don’t see why not,” Zangya said, “Come on.”
Kirano beamed. Perhaps he could find Seventeen after all.
OOC: Sorry it's so short, Kirano, but it's all I could manage. I don't have much time.
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When you're dancing her dance, you don't stand a chance
Her grip of romance makes you fall!
So you think, might as well dance a tango to Hell
At least I'll have tango'd at all!