Keyuri Alice (keyuri_alice) wrote in cambioncity, @ 2011-08-17 21:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | anneliese, anneliese and keyuri, keyuri |
Danny was going to pay for this.
Who: Keyuri and OPEN
What: Keyuri's intent on meeting the challenge of a friend.
When: Wednesday night
Where: Tally Ho
The moment Keyuri stepped into (thankfully well lit) bar, she decided that the moment she got her hands on her best friend she was going to kill him. In nineteen years of knowing the man he hadn’t once given up on his mission to drag her out of her comfort zone in order to banish her shyness and even half a world away he still managed to make her squirm ‘for her own good.’ If only she could manage to back down from a challenge, particularly one set by him for that night that had brought her to her then current position of standing just inside the doorway of the bar in leather pants that clung to legs like a second skin. The compromise of allowing her to wear a casual pink tee instead of his original suggestion wasn’t feeling all that much like that big of a win for her side in this bet.
She was sure that someone else would think the bet would be easy as pie, as it was ‘just’ her original promised plan pumped full of steroids. She had promised to go out and have a beer for him as well as one for her, out of her apartment and among other people. Now that had been simple. This was something altogether else. The challenge he’d offered her was not only to go out and have a beer for him and a beer for her, but that she’d go out in those ridiculous leather pants from a Halloween several years in the past. Not only that, but she would have to get someone to buy her a drink before she could leave with any hope of holding her head high when she reported back to him via email.
It wasn’t the bar that particularly had her squirming, as it was brightly lit enough that she had no real worries about being able to read any lips in conversation or seeing the room clearly (a fact quite integral to her visually-dependent nature). The patrons themselves weren’t even all that intimidating from what she could see, other than that they were strangers and that there were a good many of them. No, it was the requirements she needed to meet in order to consider the challenge over and passed that she worried about.
Her expression was for a second better suited to a woman facing the prospect of war as she straightened her shoulders and headed for the bartender.
“I don’t suppose you carry any Swan Lager, do you?” The bartender’s expression wasn’t unfriendly, but puzzled enough before the man shook his head that she gave him a tight, nervous smile and asked instead for a Guinness. Not her favorite, but she had a love for microbrews and asking him to list which ones they carried (if any) was just a degree too bold in her uncomfortable state. A partially crumpled five dollar bill was traded for the bottle with a motion and a smile to suggest he should just keep the change. Her relief was breathed in with a mouthful of her drink as she tipped the bottle up to her lips.