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Post by Cassandra Sorel on May 13, 2011 12:15:32 GMT -5
Cassie found it rather odd to have stumbled upon this particular bar within this odd world. An exact replica of the Seventh Heaven in Edge, but this was not Edge. Nor was this world Gaia, and it merely gave her a strange pang of homesickness. How long since she had been summoned into this never-ending conflict, and the young woman was wondering if it was beginning to wear her resolve down. Cassie missed her home, her lifestyle, and knowing that she would not be summoned into a world to fights for Gods that were petty and capricious. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she rested her chin upon the palm of her hand. It was such a nostalgic feeling being within this familiar bar, but at least it offered her some comfort. A brief reprieve from fighting Warriors of Chaos, and meandering where ever the paths of this world took her. Honestly, it was unlike her to be so somber and quiet, but she supposed even she needed a moment with her own thoughts. Doubts, fears, longings. Think on them, acknowledge them, and then fold them back neatly into her box to never be brought up again.
Cassie used her free hand to twirl the small shot glass lightly. The amber liquid splashed against the crystal glass, and she watched the movement with subdued fascination. It was almost like her life was like the swirling liquid, chaotic and pulled in every direction by an outside force pulling her along. Another sigh, and she set the glass back upon the bar. Yeah, letting her thoughts wander like that was not quite a good thing. Cassie always tried to look on the brighter side of things, but she supposed it was just one of those days. At least Null did offer a brief piece in the conflict, so she could almost forget about the problems around her. It offered no permanent solution, but sometimes just forgetting about worries was good enough. She ran a hand through her short, blond locks, feeling rather tired. Even a SOLDIER needed her own downtime every once in awhile.
Glancing back to the glass, Cassie grasped it and downed the small shot quickly. The alcohol slid down her throat, and her eyes burned briefly at the sour taste. No, she was hardly much of a drinker, but why let it go to waste? She placed the glass back down, ready to sort her emotions and thoughts back into the deepest part of her mind, and head back out into this battlefield. Null offered a wonderful reprieve, but it was not real. A brief illusion to enjoy for the moment, and so Cassie pulled herself from her current perch upon the bar stool. Stretching her arms above her head briefly, the popping of her joints relaxing her as she swung her arms back down to her side. Yes, a nice reprieve it had been. |
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Post by Nightmare Darklight on May 14, 2011 21:01:22 GMT -5
Wearing his bartender outfit, Nightmare was just casually cleaning out a glass, watching the table, watching the customers. Really, Cassandra was the only one here. Things had been a little slow lately, after all. What with the war going on, no one really had time to drink. Taking a gentle stroll over, he stoppted in front of Cassie, still cleaning out the glass, intending to make it shine. "It's funny, I usually get guys bawling into their glasses. Never gotten a lady here before." He remarked, as if questioning her gender. Looking at her empty glass, he shrugged, doubting that she really wanted a refill, otherwise she would've asked for one. She was probably just here to go over problem. That was pretty much the only reason anyone ever came around here anymore. It was always some problem that they came to drown, while simultaneously telling a complete stranger serving you drinks your life story.
So what was she here for?
"If you want a refill, full price. I don't care how mopey you're feeling or what you just went through. We aren't a charity... just making sure you know." He casually remarked. Nightmare was not the best bartender to let your problems out to, for quite a few reasons. The most common being that he wouldn't be sympathetic. Rather, he would mock that person relentlessly if the problem was stupid enough. "Speaking of, what is your problem anyway? Did you pop your murder cherry and are just doing the obligatory 'what have I done?!' routine?" He assumed, chuckling a bit at his own joke. With that out of the way, he casually went right back to cleaning his glass. Something to keep himself busy during the night, which was sadly, the most active time of the entire day. Bad for business really.
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Post by Cassandra Sorel on May 14, 2011 21:40:04 GMT -5
Cassie cast a side glance at the bartender she had generally ignored, and she smiled slightly at him. Well, his remark was a little rude, but perhaps he was just making an observation. It did seem that frequented bars much more than females, but what did she know? Drinking had never been a hobby to her, and it was rather hard for her to even get drunk. Most likely had to do with her faster metabolism, since she did have enhanced strength. Well, she was about to leave soon enough, and she still did need to pay for her first drink. Cassie made her way back to the bar, pulling a couple gil from the pocket of her well-worn jeans. It was a rather slow day, so it was no wonder why the bartender seemed to be rather sarcastic. She was not the type to delve into her past and sob her life story to a total stranger, and he did not appear to be the type that listened overly well. Give a drink, a comment, and then move on. That was exactly what she would do. Drink, pay for said drink, and then move back into the reality that this conflict brought her. "Well, I'm not quite the bawling type, so that will save you the annoyance," she replied with a slight smirk. Placing gil upon the bar, she turned her back to the bartender, fully intending to leave.
Cassie paused at he voiced himself once more, but this time her understanding and patience evaporated just a little. Her eyebrow quirked, and she glanced rather coldly over her shoulder at the bartender. Did he not just see her pay for her drink? "Unless you have your head so far up your ass you can't see anything ten inches in front of you, I already paid," she answered coolly. Oh, what a rude man! Holding back her volatile temper had always been a tough thing for her to do, and Cassie was mostly a kind and cheerful woman. Okay, she should just leave before she really did something she would regret, and had to pay for repairs. Her enhanced strength could be such a drawback at times, and she wondered if the Mako infused in her just made her all the more unbalanced. Well, it was very likely, since many of the new recruits had succumbed to addiction. Walking to the doors, walking to the door. Hand upon the door, opening said door, and almost out said door. No wild temper, no flinging a table at the man, and no damages. So very, very close. The idiot of a man just had to open his mouth, dig his grave, and have her shove him into it while she danced over it. Cassie's hand clenched over the handle of the door, wanting to crush it at his remark.
Cassie was unsure of what happened next, because she was not right back at the front of the bar, her hand shooting up the grab a fistful of his shirt. Glowing blue eyes narrowed dangerously at the man, and she dragged him easily from his position to rest uncomfortably against the bar. "My problem is an asshole bartender that doesn't know when to shut the hell up," she answered lowly. Cassie leaned forward, knowing that he would no doubt be amused by her anger. The arrogant prick was going to love it, and the thought irritated her all the more. Well, she would wipe the humor right from his face! Her right hand curled into a fist, and she brought it forward to collide none-too-gently with his cheek. Letting him go as she did so, the young woman placed her hands upon her hips, positively simmering in her wild temper. The nerve of him! Maybe that would give him the message to watch his mouth, or she would do a lot worse to him than a punch! |
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