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Most women didn't dare to go anywhere alone with men they met in a bar, and even less, stand with them in a dark, empty alleyway. But Sybil knew she was the scariest thing she and Elijah would encounter that night. Sometimes, Sybil couldn't imagine there was anything more terrifying than the monster that lived inside her, and most of the time, that thought shook her to get core, but now, it gave her courage.
Sybil took a moment to follow Elijah's eyes, and looked behind her at the moon. "What are you looking at?" She asked, trying to make conversation again as she stood slightly in front of the man. She popped a cigarette between her lips then shook her hair so that none of it was in her face. A black feature had made an appearance, silky and draped with the rest of hair. Sybil was always molting, and it didn't seem to matter what time during the day or night, she was always sprouting features. She lit her cigarette, "An herbalist, huh?" She added, making sure Elijah had something to talk about.
Sybil's smile turned more into a smirk when Elijah seemed to invite her for more. If she were a vampire, or a man, her interest wouldn't have come off as subtle as it did now by any means. Luckily, Sybil didn't have an uncontrolling desire to drink blood or a little man to give away her cool in the middle of this bar.
Sybil took her hand away from the man to reach back and grab the number he had written down for her and stuffed it in her purse. Her grandmother would be be very grateful. "Alright. Let's go." She then took Elijah's wrist, pulling him toward the side exit. After a moment she let him go, in case he didn't like the gesture, then led them through the bar and into the dimmly lit alleyway.
"Do don't come across to me like the smoker type, but, you want one?" Sybil offered as she faced Elijah again, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her please and smiled at him.
Sybil caught someone glancing their way when Elijah raised his glass to whatever that stupid thing she said was. Sybil didn't take offense though when attention was called to them, thinking it was funny more than anything. What?! He was so cute! She'd never met a cute drunk before, and never even thought one could exist, but here was Elijah. There was just something about him that was pure. Or maybe, she was just drunk too. Wow. Now she couldn't decide what she wanted from him. To talk all night with someone at a bar who wasn't trying to get into her pants? To rob him blind? To give him a bit of a snog? To devour his every morsel?
Sybil took the shots once they were poured, then nodded thoughtful as Elijah explained his profession. "Wow." She said, "I may want a business card. Then my grandmother could fetch you to get her tea." She said jokingly and only half jokingly about getting his business card.
Sybil slid off her barstool, deciding it was time to try and get this party movingly. "Hey." She said as she walked over to Elijah. Her hands went to his shoulder gracefully, and as she asked, her index finger rolled over and slid slowly up his neck, passing the neck of his shirt and to his bare skin for a little ways, "I'm going to smoke. Wanna come with?" She offered, expecting it to be a long shot.
Sybil never heard of Northshore, and neither had anyone else, apparently, if the town couldn't even be bothered to be put on a map. So, Sybil didn't think much of it.
Sybil knocked on the counter, letting the bar tender know she needed some more shots. She didn't want to hang out in the bar after Elijah was gone, so if their conversation ended soon, she would at least be wasted when she walked out. She cracked up laughing, harder than she would if she were sober, when Elijah called her grandmother senile. "You take that back!" She said jokingly as her laughter simmered down, "Someday that'll be us, you know." She said happily as she picked up her beer. "When you're young, you drink warm milk. When you're grown, you drink booze. And when you're old, you send your grandkids out on errands in the middle of the night." She said, then sipped her beer before adding, "I don't know what you mean." She said with a smile that seemed to be stuck now, watching as the bar tender poured her a couple of more shots, and wondered if she'd just met a new tea dealer.
He's so controversial. lololololI don't think you can really tease someone very often without getting to know them. That'd just be weird and kinda like bullying but awkward. lol
So they could have just never spoken to each other at all before if Pete doesn't really have an in as away being her friend.
A small laugh escaped Sybil when Elijah told her where he was from. Obviously, he must be crazy. And while she tried to turn the tables on her, she went ahead and glugged down a quarter off her beer. Classy, right? Whatever. Sybil didn't drink too often, but she also wasn't a light weight, or a wimp who couldn't keep a straight face. "You're already in a small town in Washington." She stated with a grin, not hiding the fact that she'd found his answer funny and a bit stupid. "Looks like you haven't gotten very far towards wherever you're headed. I was brought back, more than anything, really. It just want right more me to be anywhere else." She said, and her smile had become more subtle, having realized neither of them wanted to be too open yet.
"Why are you alone?" Sybil then went ahead and added how she would have answered the question she'd just asked, so that he knew she wasn't just trying to figure out if he was single. "My grandmother ask me to go to the drug store and get her some tea. While I was checking out, she said she didn't need it anymore, then I kind of wondered into here. I've never been in a bar like this before." She smiled and sipped her beer, wondering what it would be like if she became a drunk and came to this bar every day. If she did that, she would definitely perfect this whole forcing conversation onto strangers thing, but she wondered if it ever felt more satisfying than this. She wanted to imagine actually getting to know Elijah, but couldn't. Or, could she?
Sybil's smile was encouraged just a little more as the man, who she could now call Elijah, faced her and proposed a cheers. "Sybil. Nice to meet you, Elijah." She picked up a shot, tapping it against the one he held up, then threw it back.
Sybil was disappointed to find out this man wasn't one of her past school peers, though the feeling just as quickly lost as it had came. Who cared if they went to school together when they were young? It's not like she ever reminisced over this place. "I ask because I moved back here recently." She said causally, facing Elijah in her seat a bit more now. She looked down at her drinks and decided if she was going to get drunk, what was the point in waiting? So, she took the second shot, pretending it was water, then picked up her beer and looked back at Elijah, "Where are you from?" She asked, because asking where someone came from came before asking where they were going.
For a moment, Sybil couldn't decide if this was any better than getting drunk at home, but after taking another good look at Elijah and the way he seemed to lift after their conversation began, she decided this was much better. Also, he was a bit of a looker. Or maybe it was just that cheeky smile that had changed her. She thought he'd done that bit perfectly.
Pete's not a sadist by any means, so hopefully he won't be pushing Christopher all the time. They wouldn't start off as acquaintances. Any ideas how they could come together? Maybe they're assigned as partners for a project?
I think Christopher and Pete are best friends material for each other. Initially lone wolves who then found each other and finding a very solid common ground of wanting to (view spoiler). And it sounds like Elizabeth can only really be just somebody he happens to know.
I would make the super easy bit also mean girl character he'd be into but never really dates cause he's a bit conflicting by wanting what he can't have and wanting things to just come to him, BUT I'M TOO LAZY FOR ALL THAT. So Christopher and Pete are just going to have to be a sausage fest together.
Sybil's stare was unbroken as the man's attention fell on her, which she couldn't decided if it was what she wanted or not. Luckily for him, Sybil's stare wasn't as creepy as it could be. She could have been staring at him with bulging black eyes and a toothy smile, but instead, her eyes were yellow and heavy looking, as though she were constantly in a state of fatigue, and her mouth was closed appropriately.
"I'm not offended." Sybil assured him, and a very weak curve came to the edge of one corner of her lips. It was a good enough start. She could have smiled a bit more and given her voice a bit more of a flux to really let him know she was inviting him into conversation, but there would be more chances for her to practice.
"On it." The bar tender said as he breezed by, giving Sybil her beer.
"Get him a round too." Sybil said gesturing lazily to the shots and tilted her head towards Elijah as the bar tender put her beer down. The man had asked what she was drinking, so, it was only polite to share.
The bar tender have a small, "Yep." And nodded, then moved on front of Elijah, settling down the shot glasses in front of him then poured them.
Sybil had noticed Elijah must have been about her age, so decided to ask the first question that had come to her, "Did you happen to go to school here?"
The man didn't particularly look like he wanted to be bothered, but he seemed fairly nice, having scolded her first, so what was the hardest in asking?
The bartender working that night was about to approach Sybil and give her the couple of shots she'd ordered, though was in no rush, seeing that she was looking behind he. He stopped when a man who obviously knew what he wanted asked for an old fashioned then flashed his ID. "Got it." He said, then took the two steps it took to be standing right in front of Sybil, "You too, babe." He said, having forgotten to look at her ID, but thanks to Elijah, it wasn't too late now.
Sybil heard the bar tender as she stared at some girl's chrome shoes. "Yeah." It took a second for her to pull her eyes away and torn her head, but she managed, and showed her old ID. Something about having to show it felt so disappointing, as though she went getting away with something anymore.
"No way." The bar tender said automatically, putting the shots down behind the counter.
Sybil looked at the bar tender boredly and rubbed the ID between her fingers a little, "Look. I promise." She said, and for a split second, began to worry that out of all places this is where she would be turned away. It would take her another five years before getting to walk in again and claim she was twenty one.
The bar tender glanced at her, then sighed as he leaned forward and looked harder at the ID. "Alright." He said finally, then put the shots down in front of her, "You need a new ID. I'll get that beer for you." He said, then walked off, deciding to let the girl be.
Sybil put her ID back, then looked over at the man who'd walked up to the bar not so far from her. She stared, looking him up and down, hoping he had a pocket chain or even something around his neck. Men with jewellery were the best kind. But even if he didn't, when Sybil got to his face, that all made up for any lack in accessories. She then wondered how old he was, and it they'd gone to school together when they were little. Maybe? He didn't look familiar, but how did that matter?
Sybil walked down the street, looking at the shops and the lights they'd turn on extra bright that night, because the weekend begged to stay up after nightfall. She'd just gotten done doing some light shopping, which meant, she'd just gone to the drug store, didn't find the tea her grandmother had asked for, got a different kind that would have to do, and after a series of texts between her and her grandmother, found out she was in no rush to get back home, and decided to walk around town. As Sybil looked around, she decided that maybe having hidden away, skipping that awkward few year between being a teenager and now being a young adult want so bad. Never mind. After a moment, she remembered completed lack of friends, and decided maybe it would have been nice to grow up with other people. But there was no reason in dwelling.
A bar across the street caught her eyes, and the neon light in the window glowed and spoke to her as though it were a sign from the universe to her that she ought to go in. So, she crossed the street, checked her purse to make sure she had her original ID, then walked in.
Sybil looked around for a moment at the dim light, then walked over to the bar and say down, ordering a drink. There was a decent enough crown that night, which she didn't mind. She looked behind the bar for a moment, holding her drink came with a spoon. She eyes then couldn't help but be torn away, looking over her shoulder, and bushed over the people in the bar, looking for anything or anyone she wouldn't mind having.
Thread Name: bar #2Why should it be added?: So that they're a bar that doesn't serve blood. Not strictly for humans, though not as Gothic as the other, where oblivious people can go and stay oblivious.
A somewhat small bar, though popular enough that with it's regulars and crowds on the weekends, there's always someone inside getting drunk.
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Good idea!!!
Or we could use the forest thread if you don't wanna wait. lol
I was thinking if they met in a bar that would be cool, but there's only 1 bar thread. I can request another but that may take a minute. Is that cool?
Cool! I'll look around and put a starter somewhere.
I was thinking the bar or one of the forests.
