Irei (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} iseedeadpeople) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2008-10-05 09:43:00 |
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Thursday, October 4, 2007
Who: Irei and Aveira
When: later afternoon
Where: The Tiki Hut
What: Wandering and finding a place a little closer than the tavern in Helicharis to get a drink
Why was it always so far to get to the wine bar? Maybe if Sascha and he had decided to live closer to town he wouldn't be having his current problem. He made his way north of his bungalow with his hands in his pockets. He really needed a drink, but the wine tavern was a pretty far distance. Irei just didn't want to walk all the way into town, only to be told to leave at 9:30pm to make it home in time for the curfew. He was so used to being able to stay at bars until about 2am.
Irei kicked at the sand as he continued his slow trek. He wondered if that Tiki bar place where Zane and Amada's wedding reception had taken place was open. It probably was. Would it sell liquor or just fruity drinks? What the hell. He recalled hearing that the place belonged to that guy Loki, Mitsuko's boyfriend. Irei smiled to himself. That man seemed like he was amusing to say the least, and he could always ask for something mostly vodka like a lemon drop or even a beer if there wasn't anything else he liked.
The place was rather impressive for a structure made out of bamboo and umbrellas of dried palm leaves. The setting reminded Irei of some of the resorts one could find along the beach in Okinawa. Okinawa had been hot though. This place wasn't as cold as New York had been, but Irei still couldn't quite get used to it.
He stepped up to the bar, unwilling to take up a table where others were chatting, laughing, and nibbling on appetizers. He probably should eat something to go along with what he drank. He sat down on a stool and ordered a draft beer to start off with. He didn't particularly like the taste of most beer, but he never fooled himself to believe that taste was the reason why he drank.
The foam in his glass spilled over slightly as the bartender handed it to him. He drank and absently reached up to touched the puncture scars left over from the night at the wine bar with the disguised Hayate. Bad things seemed to happen lately when he got drunk. He smiled softly, shaking his head and wondered if he'd meet any other bloodsuckers here.
Who: Irei and Aveira
When: later afternoon
Where: The Tiki Hut
What: Wandering and finding a place a little closer than the tavern in Helicharis to get a drink
Why was it always so far to get to the wine bar? Maybe if Sascha and he had decided to live closer to town he wouldn't be having his current problem. He made his way north of his bungalow with his hands in his pockets. He really needed a drink, but the wine tavern was a pretty far distance. Irei just didn't want to walk all the way into town, only to be told to leave at 9:30pm to make it home in time for the curfew. He was so used to being able to stay at bars until about 2am.
Irei kicked at the sand as he continued his slow trek. He wondered if that Tiki bar place where Zane and Amada's wedding reception had taken place was open. It probably was. Would it sell liquor or just fruity drinks? What the hell. He recalled hearing that the place belonged to that guy Loki, Mitsuko's boyfriend. Irei smiled to himself. That man seemed like he was amusing to say the least, and he could always ask for something mostly vodka like a lemon drop or even a beer if there wasn't anything else he liked.
The place was rather impressive for a structure made out of bamboo and umbrellas of dried palm leaves. The setting reminded Irei of some of the resorts one could find along the beach in Okinawa. Okinawa had been hot though. This place wasn't as cold as New York had been, but Irei still couldn't quite get used to it.
He stepped up to the bar, unwilling to take up a table where others were chatting, laughing, and nibbling on appetizers. He probably should eat something to go along with what he drank. He sat down on a stool and ordered a draft beer to start off with. He didn't particularly like the taste of most beer, but he never fooled himself to believe that taste was the reason why he drank.
The foam in his glass spilled over slightly as the bartender handed it to him. He drank and absently reached up to touched the puncture scars left over from the night at the wine bar with the disguised Hayate. Bad things seemed to happen lately when he got drunk. He smiled softly, shaking his head and wondered if he'd meet any other bloodsuckers here.