Post by Damia on Oct 31, 2009 3:53:50 GMT -8
It was not often that the vampiress now days got drunk. Before it had been daily as at one point in various clans she had been guild leader and finder. And to find anything in this city, one had to buy hundreds of drinks until the bartenders talked. Greedy humans that knew they could demand the roof on that sort of thing.
But this evening was different. Tired, out of sorts, and so many other private problems that one did not spill even to close friends. Her sire was resting peacefully and Damia was loathe to disturb her. Which left the lady in a quandary. There were a few she could tell her problems to, one she already had. But there was no one person who understood her better then him. Her brother. Thick, thin, wars, fights, family. Had simply brought them closer. In this new eternity she found herself in, stuck in unlife, punished for a suicide she had not planned just done. She still felt lost. And the one place she might go had been torn down while she had been gone.
Her steps took her to a hidden bar, an invitation sent out to D, to meet her there. She knew he would listen, and as always help her center herself. So much was bubbling, tears, frustrations, anger, and a little bit of disgust from too many new males who sought to buy her a drink. One this very eve had offered to take her to bed as casually as he had offered her a seat. Then pretended he had been joking. That had simply been a push too far. Quietly she went and ordered a round of drinks, enough for a whole room load of people. Bloodwhiskey, blood wine, the works. Then she paid the bartender extra to grab a room as she took the cart of drinks with her. In the privacy of the room, her usual smile slipped, showing worry lines and stressed eyes as she waited.
But this evening was different. Tired, out of sorts, and so many other private problems that one did not spill even to close friends. Her sire was resting peacefully and Damia was loathe to disturb her. Which left the lady in a quandary. There were a few she could tell her problems to, one she already had. But there was no one person who understood her better then him. Her brother. Thick, thin, wars, fights, family. Had simply brought them closer. In this new eternity she found herself in, stuck in unlife, punished for a suicide she had not planned just done. She still felt lost. And the one place she might go had been torn down while she had been gone.
Her steps took her to a hidden bar, an invitation sent out to D, to meet her there. She knew he would listen, and as always help her center herself. So much was bubbling, tears, frustrations, anger, and a little bit of disgust from too many new males who sought to buy her a drink. One this very eve had offered to take her to bed as casually as he had offered her a seat. Then pretended he had been joking. That had simply been a push too far. Quietly she went and ordered a round of drinks, enough for a whole room load of people. Bloodwhiskey, blood wine, the works. Then she paid the bartender extra to grab a room as she took the cart of drinks with her. In the privacy of the room, her usual smile slipped, showing worry lines and stressed eyes as she waited.