The Good Life

[Luella Vaettir]

Elle pushed the door open to the pub, looking around. The sight of men and women drinking, whether in joy or sorrow was dependent upon the person, the smells of alcohol and food that was probably not that great, the sounds of laughter and chatting, it was the perfect place for a girl like her! The elf smiled and stepped inside, drawing the attentions of many. It was no wonder really. With her long, beautiful hair, bright blue eyes, stunning figure, which was clothed in tight pants, high boots, and an equally tight cotton shirt, who wouldn’t look at such a beauty? On her back was her bow, unstrung for the night, and a quiver of arrows, nicely restocked. She had just spent the day hunting down game. Lots of it. She killed what she could, saved what meat she wanted, and sold the rest. After bathing in her nice little cottage by the woods, she came further into the city, dropped off some food at Aerin’s, and now here she was. Ready for a night of drinking and fun. And if she brought a man home to that nice little cottage by the woods? All the better!

She walked over to the counter, a bit of a skip in her stride, and she sat down upon the stool, both stools next to her empty. She leaned forward, digging money out of her coin purse. She pulled a few coins, tapped them on the bar to summon the barkeeper, and gave him a bright smile as he approached.

“Some of your finest drink please.” She said. He gave her an odd look and she sighed. “Alright how about some honey mead to start with?” She said, and he gave a nod. He turned to fetch her the drink, and she turned to face the rest of the pub. It wasn’t too bad. Nicely lit, good atmosphere, cheery folks. She could make this place a regular haunt if she wanted. She just might. There were many good looking men in the place. She smiled, thinking about how much her brother would disapprove. Oh well! She only had this one life to live.

The barkeeper came back, setting a large mug onto the counter. She dropped the coins into his extended hand. He looked at the amount before giving her a questioning glance.

“No change needed. I plan to have more.” Elle said, getting another nod from the man before he walked off to serve others. Elle took a deep drink from her mug and settled back, sighing in content. Life was good!

[Kyle Black-Sky]

Kyle sighed as he sat at the bar counter. The days have been rough on him, but he still managed to look rather good somehow. Of course, he still technically lived in the pub, so people were used to seeing him come and go without asking questions. If people did start asking questions, they ended up going missing not too long after.

"Hey Jack." The dark haired male managed say, his voice barely hear over the louder people in the pub. "The usual, please." he sighed, holding out a handful of coins. The bartender of course knew him well, and took the coins with a smile.

"Long day?" The bartender asked filling a large mug with average mead before sliding the mug over to the man, who swiftly grabbed it and took a long swig from it.

"Yeah, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do... All i want is a little of the good life after all." he smirked, some rather dark thoughts going through his head. He was, after all, a thief and assassin still. He just liked to lay low these days though. He was so lost in his own thoughts, that he didn't even realize that there was someone new in the room... right beside him.

Tilting his head, his paused, looking at the girl from the corner of his eye. Surely she couldn't have been there when he walked in... No... She was there all along. How could he not notice someone who looked so stunning? He shrugged though, a faint smile on his lips as he took another sip of mead.

[Luella Vaettir]

The mead was warming Elle’s belly nicely, but it would be a while before is began to heat her head. She wasn’t a lightweight like her brother. Actually, Elle prided herself in out-drinking a few men. Not a lot, but there were a few she put to shame. Of course she didn’t want to be a slobbering drunk tonight either. Just a nice swimming sensation in her head, and then she could go home to her little cottage. If she was lucky she’d have a guy on her arm when she left here.

Speaking of, a cute one walked into the pub, and even took a seat next to her. Elle eyed him a moment, rather shamelessly, but he didn’t seem to notice as he ordered his drink and exchanged a few words with the barkeep. He looked young, but he had to be at least eighteen to be in here and chatting so comfortably with the barkeeper. Still, he looked pretty young. He was only a couple years younger than Elle probably, but she wondered if it’d be wrong to go for a cute little thing like him. How far must an age gap be before you’re “robbing the cradle” anyways? Elle didn’t know. In fact, she never went for men younger than her. They were normally immature.

She took another drink of her mead, before looking away. But before she did she noticed the ever so subtle shift in his eyes towards her. He was looking at her, just not directly. So she managed to catch someone’s eye. He was young…but what the hell? Elle swung her body to face the man completely.

“You look tired.” She remarked to him, running her finger around the rim of her mug. “Looks like you need a bit of excitement to perk you up.” She added, pulling back her finger from her mug and toying with her bangs now. She flashed him a flirty smile, leaning forward a tad so that her cleavage was showing, but not as flashy as normal. Depending on his reaction depended on whether she got flashy. If nothing else she could at least have a drinking mate tonight. It was always way more fun to drink with another than alone after all!

[Kyle Black-Sky]

As the girl swung herself around to face him, kyle chuckled. He didn't turn to face her yet, he only smiled and stared at his cup. " A lot of hard work does that to a person. He turned to her, looking her dead on in the eye. 'She is trying to seduce me...' he thought, smirking as he brought the mug to his lips and took a sip. " I think my work is unfortunately exciting enough for one day. Although, some night or day in the future, I wouldn't mind going on a date at least, with a fine lady such as yourself." Classy as always, yet with that slightly cocky look he had at most times. It wasn't unusual for people to come to the bar, acting like this... but it was unusual for someone so attractive to. With all these drunk prigs around, she would have to be strong, too.

"It would actually do you quite well to be carefull around here. There are a lot of creeps that ould just love to get their hands on a beautiful gem such as yourself"

[Luella Vaettir]

Elle listened as the young man spoke, and couldn’t help the pout that puckered her lips. Shot down. Again. Damn.

“Shot down within the first three seconds. That’s a new record for me.” She said good naturedly, smiling and drinking deeply of her mead. She’d need more of the stuff tonight than she originally thought. “I’m starting to think it’s me and not the men of this city.” She added, shrugging. Anywhere else she went she had men eating out of her palms if she so chose. Here though. Avaleur seemed to have men who were clueless or just didn’t care for her. Or her body. Oh well. At least that meant there were a ton of men for the more respectable ladies of the city. That was always good.

She gave the man next to her a little smile as he mentioned the men who’d like to abuse her. Yeah right, she was practically hanging all of her physical assets out, night and day, and not one man cared to do more than stare. Like a man would try to harm her. Besides, she knew how to fight, had a little magic skill. She could probably fight off any average or above average man. Now if a powerful demon wanted her, well they’d probably get her. Maybe she’d find something sexy in the power. Who knew?

“Well thank you sir, that is kind of you to advise me. Let’s hope no one has any ideas when I leave here alone tonight hm?” She remarked, looking down at the golden drink she was nursing on. After a moment she flipped her hair back and shifted on the stool.

“So, what is it a baby faced boy like you does for a living that requires so much energy?” She asked. She was curious, and who knows, maybe some other interested guy would come along. If not she’d at least make a friend. Temporary or otherwise.

[Kyle Black-Sky]

"Aw, with a pout like that, im having a hard time trying to deny your offer..." he chuckled, sipping at the mead. "Quite a few men in this town are decent hard working men. The 'others' are.... well, I keep them out of here. I actually sorta stay here when im not doing my job."

Honestly though, what was she trying to prove by walking the city dressed like that? maybe it had to do with her culture, or religion... something like that anyways. Kyle sighed, fiddling with a medalian that had a wolf on it. "If you would like, I could escort you home when need be." he could tell she was rather upset to not really be bringing anybody home tonight.

"As for my job... well, id rather not talk about it." the young adults expression grew darker... how could he just tell someone that he murdered and stole for a living? It doesn't work that way. Its not something you talk about these days, especially with the knights running around.

" Whats an angel like you do for a living that requires you to come here and bless me with your presence?" he raised an eyebrow, trying to lighten the mood again. He wasn't going to ruin the mood just because of his dark career.

[Luella Vaettir]

Elle sipped her drink. He was a bouncer then? Interesting considering how young he was. He clearly must have been skilled to be able to toss out the drunk and disorderly. She sort of wanted to see him in action, and not for any sexual reasons, but just curious to see his style. She dismissed any sexual desire she had for the man for now. He wasn’t interested, so no point in pursuing. But he did strike her as interesting, but so did most people.

“Escort me? That would be kind of you, but I don’t really want to trouble you. If I get too drunk I’ll just stumble to my brother’s house. It’s closer.” She said. It was literally down the road actually. Aerin’s house was the second story to his potion shop. But she doubted her twin would care for her drunk ass tripping her way upstairs to sleep in his bed. She doubted he was sleeping now anyways. He stayed up later than her!

She watched the man’s expression grow dark, and wondered whether it was a bad job or a bad day or both. Oh well. He didn’t seem to care to talk, so they wouldn’t talk. She gave a laugh as he brightened, asking her about her job and complimenting her.

“Well, as fine of a nickname as ‘angel’ is, I suppose you should know my name is Luella. Elle for short.” She said, extending a hand. “And I hunt. The bow is my specialty. As for why I’m here, it’s for rather devilish purposes, as I’m sure you’ve gathered. But you seem rather interesting, so I’m probably going to abort my previous plans for the chance to chat with you.” She said cheerfully. “I like meeting new people.” She added.