aeryn_flynn (aeryn_flynn) wrote in sons_of_cain, @ 2008-12-15 23:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | aeryn flynn, complete, full moon saloon, gunnar eriksson, lycan, new york new york, polo towers, thursday: mid november |
Thursday
Who: Aeryn, Gunn
What: First Meeting
When: Evening
Where: Full Moon Saloon
Rating: NC-17
Status: Complete
She was sitting at the bar with her feet up on the ledge below, violin case resting safely atop her shoes and her shoulders slouched just enough to suggest she was a tad tipsy. There was a pitcher of beer and a glass in front of her and the pitcher had already been refilled three times. She'd been keeping a rather low profile that night. She could've easily flirted a tad and gotten someone to take home, but tonight she wanted someone to take her home. Trashed as she was. She was wearing an old, worn plaid shirt and a pair of tight, tattered jeans. Her hair was short and just barely hung in her eyes and down her neck, bright green eyes just staring down at her frothy mug which she brought to her lips and took a deep swig from, setting it down and wiping her mouth on her sleeve.
She hadn't been in town very long, but at least she'd gotten a place to live settled. She was lonely, though, and drank here almost every night, bringing a stray little were pup home every now and again for some fun. She was going to be playing a show here in the next couple of nights, not tonight, though. She just carried her around with her constantly, whever she went. Binn áilleacht. Musical beauty. The true love of her life. She glanced down at the worn case with a half-smile on her face and chuckled softly as she shook her head.
Pouring herself another glass, she turned her head to survey the bar and reached down, lifting her case into her lap and looking down into the amber liquid in her glass. She shook her head to clear her vision and turned the glass up, chugging a good half of it and letting it settle back onto the bar. It wasn't enough. She looked over at Ulysses, who she'd befriended over the past few nights and lifted a finger. "Hey, man." She murmured with a smile, leaning forward a bit and pointing towards the bottles on the back wall.
He chuckled and nodded towards her, resting his elbows on the edge and nodding. "What can I get for you, lovely?"
"Double shot of whiskey...make it two." She murmured with a gentle smile, showing her emaculately clean white teeth. Even though she wasn't doing so hot with vouchers she kept herself and her clothes damn clean. Though she was pretty much as thin as a rail. She hadn't been eating very well, but she kept herself intoxicated often enough not to care. It wasn't sad, really. Not to her. It was just life...how it always was. He returned, rather grudgingly with the two large shot glasses and she downed them without so much as a blink before chasing the burning liquid with a swig of beer. Her thoughts drifted, then for a moment back to Jane and Ireland, totally gone now both of them, and she clutched her violin case closer to her as the warm, comforting haze liquor brought enveloped her a bit more fully. Yes, she definitely needed to get laid tonight and she didn't care who with, really. Just so long as they didn't piss her off...too much, anyway.
Not all that long later, the shots had settled in her system and she was just dazed enough to not be hungry, though the earlier need for a companion had returned with a vengeance and she was currently scanning the bar with her teeth digging faintly into her lower lip, the last mug of beer out of the pitcher in her hand and her other playing with one of the clasps on the ancient case of her instrument. A few girls caught her eye and waved, but none of them peaked her interest and she just ignored them. Her gaze dropped back to precious cargo in her lap and her worn but beautiful hand stroked over the familiar curves of tattered leather lovingly. "Binn, m'lady...looks like it'll just be me and you tonight." Her accent was thick and her voice a tad hoarse with the cigarettes she'd been smoking atop the fact that it naturally had a rather unique tone. There was no mistaking where she was from.