New Years Eve
Who: Poda and Ellie What: A superstitious comment appears to hold some merit; while said in innocence, it makes the one it was directed at paranoid and in need of reassurance. Key terms: cheesecake, a set of tire marks, and a broken glass. Rating: Most likely low. Status: In progress
Poda didn't like New Years Eve. Any day that brought large amounts of drunken, stupid humans into the same area and told them that it was ok to party up a storm was a bad day for the bartender. She was on her last nerve and was taking it out on her customers. She was actually relieved when someone relieved her of her duties and told her to take a walk. He had been a smart Roustie to tell her to leave before she hurt someone. Fists clenched, the Harpy stalked her way through the crowd trying to find some peace.
Peace that she sadly would not find. Already the midway was littered with broken glass and what appeared to be tire tracks, which made her wonder if the human hadn't come in by the bus load. Most tents and walk ways were full of people. The area near some of the less enthusiastic performances was a lot more doable for the Harpy and so she leaned against a wall near the face painter, Ellie, she believed her name was, a faery by the look of the wings. At least the people here weren't as rambunctious or drunk. A child started whining about waiting, jumping up and down anxiously. Poda sighed, scratch less rambunctious.
"I could eat him if you like...I'm sure no one would mind." She whispered to the fae girl, under her breath so no one else would hear. There was a joking lilt to her voice, letting the girl know she wasn't serious, at least not about this one.