LET'S GET DRUNK!

Twilight descended over the towering buildings of Treilldei City, casting its streets in hues of violet. Erin squinted as she watched the sun’s descent from her old apartment, its dying rays throwing her shabby apartment into shadow. Stretching, she roused herself from her cot in the corner and shook her hair out of her face. She smiled as she glanced at her nightstand, for on it was a hefty purse- which she’d stolen the night before- was filled with enough money not only to pay the rent, but to go out and cause some trouble. Or bring it back with her, whichever suited her fancy.

Rummaging through her chest, she found a set of clothes to her liking; black trousers, a white blouse, and a knee-length, forest green coat with elbow length sleeves. She also put three small, silver hoops into her right ear and buckled her father’s bracer to her left arm. Checking herself in the dirty mirror of the privy room, she quickly ran her fingers through her hair to put it in some kind of order, then grabbed the purse and left the room.

Her goal, as usual, was a bar, and bars were not hard to find in this part of town, especially for an empath. All she had to do was follow the closest congregation of angst. Sometimes it led to the local church, of course, but most of the time she found what she was looking for. And that she did, for it wasn’t more than two miles’ walk before she heard the raucous sound of a crowd of drunken people. A large man- presumably some sort of bouncer- stood outside of The Leaky Tub. ‘What a preposterous name,’ Erin thought. The man at the door scowled at her. Most did when they looked at her; pointed ears, long of tooth and nail, dark hair and eyes. It wasn’t hard to deduce her half-Demon heritage, and that made most of the humans in the city uncomfortable, even though her head barely made it to his shoulders.

“Oh come on,” she said, her voice unnaturally deep and smooth for her teenager’s frame, “I’m just looking to have some fun.” She ran one long finger down his chest, but he grabbed her tattooed forearm.

“Don’t touch me, witch,” he growled. “Just go inside.” He let go of her with a shove and stepped aside.
Faking a curtsy, she pushed past him and through the batwing doors, stopping a moment to take in the scene. The air was so filled with smoke she could barely see. It reeked of low quality food, lower quality beer, and sadness. In the corner, some poor one-armed bastard plinked away at an out of tune piano. A few fellows, obviously well past their drinking limits, were trying to convince a group of obviously disinterested ladies to dance with them. An overall sense of loneliness permeated the air, and she felt a slight buzz as her Demon side fed off of it.

Erin made her way to the bar, making sure not to step her bare feet into the liquid- whether it was spilled drink of something pre-digested, she couldn’t be sure, and sat down on one of the three-legged wooden stools. The bartender gave her a curious glance as he worked a dirty rag around the rim of a glass, as if he were going to ask after her age, but she gave him a sweet smile, baring her lengthy canines, and tapped her sharpened nails on the counter.

He, too, scowled. “What do you want?” he asked, jowls quivering in distaste.

She was momentarily entranced by the way the light glinted off of his bald spot, then shook herself. “Three shots of your cheapest whiskey and a pint of mead,” she ordered, and slid the money across the bar to him.

“You’re going to cause me trouble, aren’t you?” he asked as he set down the glass, wiped his hands on his bulging apron, and began obliging her request.

Her smile deepened to a playful grin. “We’ll see, darling.” Tilting her head back, she threw down the three shots in quick succession, grimacing as it burned and she fought to hold it down. “Tastes like seawater and piss,” she said with a laugh. She slid the glasses back to the tender as he handed her a pint, and she turned to face the crowd, leaning back against the bar. She sipped at the heady mixture, already feeling the liquor’s effects, and scanned the crowd for someone who looked worth causing trouble for- or with.

shida had some how mirraculously wandered into the city of Treilldei after walking for at least forty or fifty miles from another country. With her being exhausted she looked for a place suitable to rest , get a drink,and gather some more supplies the next few days while she was in town, before leaving to the next city.

She walked the dark streets of the city to find a bar ,thinking she could get a drink and a room for the next few nights while she was gathering supplies and equipment.Sure enough it was by the looks of seeing a bouncer outfront of the doors she certainly thought it would be a good start.
Walking towards the bouncer she gave him a very playful ,coy smile as she entered the building . Shida wandered in slowly to find a seat at the bar counter as she past tables ,getting odd looks from the other people (gathering from the fact her appearence of clothing looks like an arabian dancers outfit.)she sat down at the bar counter giving strange glances between the bartender and the other people to see if anyone or anything would interest her .
"i'll take the strongest drink you have ....please "she said to the bartender with a very enchanting look on her face as she cocked her head sideways playing with her hair which was bright red in colour to distract herself while she waited for her drink ,also placing afew coins on the counter to cover the drink .
Shida looked around again to notice the person beside her looked a little interesting to the fact that she might desturb some shit in the bar to get what she wants and what she wants is a little fun to take away the boredom of the dull smelling and boring atmosphere of this bar.

Erin watched the new girl saunter in, followed by the stares of the drunk and lonely. Eccentric clothes, sickeningly sweet smile, obnoxiously bright hair. Erin's first thought was, You're trying too hard, hon, but she seemed to have the desired effect on the patrons. When she sat down beside her, Erin couldn't help but inwardly grimace- until, of course, she ordered the strongest shit in the bar. Which, if she remembered correctly, was strong shit. After a short re-evaluation of this lass, Erin decided that a bond need to be formed. So, with all the charm and tact she could muster, she leaned in to Shida's ear and said, "You lookin' to get fucked up or what?"