Just Another Wasted Day (Austrailia)

[erik]

"Hey, pass me another drink, Harry." It was only going to be his second that day, since he had just started drinking. If not for Aurora, he would already be wasted by now, probably lying in the dumpster. Hopefully dead. "Stupid girl," he muttered. "No one can help me." That's why he had run away to Austrailia, to get away from her. But she would find him, she knew. Erik caught the beer in his hands, chugging most of it down. The drinks helped him forget Kia. It didn't save him from his nightmares, but hangovers became a normal part of life for him. Not that he cared. Erik only cared about Kia, and she was dead. Finishing the rest of his beer, he quickly ordered another, sitting back on his stool. I'm crazy. So be it. Just as he held the cup to his lips, another person sat down. A woman, by the looks of it.

[Serene Ana Lucia]

Chloe walked mostly unnoticed into the bar, and the bitter stench of cigarettes greeted her. Lovely place. Really. She would never have come into such a place, but today, she was looking for someone. Someone that might know where her brother is.
She sat beside some unrecognizable drunk, eying him carefully before her gaze continued around the bar. He was supposed to have been here, with a white rose, so she could find him. She almost laughed out loud. He was probably stumbling around outside, drunk.
The man beside her began chugging down another drink. Before she could stop herself, she scoffed in his direction. She hoped he didn't notice. Filthy drunks. She wasn't stuck up, but it was the way she was raised. To her, drinking was foolish and a waste of life.

[Olivia Pietra Wallace]

The bar was dingy and crowded. The dirt covered the walls and the floors, and her bright white dress was all but asking to get splattered with a drink or mud. Olivia smiled, her eyes moving to the lower left as she remembered her newest potion: stain remover that actually worked. That was true magic, no pyromaniac displays or levitation.
Beyond the pool tables, there was little else to do but to drink. She moved through the room towards the bar, taking her time and examining her surroundings. A few pool tables, a noisy television. The bar was low-lit and the alcohol was an oasis. She moved to the stools and leaned over the counter, her slender figure stretching in protest at any physical exertion. She ordered a drink, smiling at the bartender before motion was caught out of the corner of her eye.
A boy. Not a particularly cute one, but he had no mullet - a rarity in these parts - and was passable. Her eyelids lowered on instinct and she found her signature demure smile. Walking up to him, cradling her drink in her left hand, she planted herself in the stool next to his. "Well, hi there."

[erik]

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]Erik knew that the girl was disgusted by his drinking, but he didn't much care. He was used to the disapproval and scorn of others around him. They just didn't understand what it did for him, and they didn't understand that he didn't care anymore. It might sound cheesy, but Kia was his only reason to exist. But she died. Erik laughed dryly, craving another drink to take away the pain. He hated thinking about Kia. She just caused him pain. He would rather die.
Erik felt another presence sit down beside him. "Well, hi there." The voice sounded flirtatious, feminine. Erik almost turned and raised his eyebrow at the woman. Instead, he ignored her, like he did every girl. They were all the same. Faceless. Kia sure wasn't faceless. The only beautiful girl in the world is dead. Shame. Erik almost laughed again, but he just wanted to die along with her. The pain, it was unbearable without her.
Whipping out a cigarette, he put it in between his lips and lit it. "Let's just hope cancer gets me," he muttered to himself. He actually could have died any day, if not for Aurora. Ah. The annoying witch. Do-gooders, hate them. Erik didn't like anything except for maybe beer. And Kia.

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[Olivia Pietra Wallace]

She smiled when he turned away, slightly perturbed. He was lonely, and yet he needed - wanted - only the comfort of a glass bottle. Muttering to himself, she noted, sneaking a glance over his shoulder at the other girl. Brown hair, earthy face. Not a grassroots beauty, but she seemed out of place in the city nonetheless. But they dressed similarly. Olivia had taken pride in her new dress.
This would take some effort. The other girl, close by, wasn't interfering just yet, but she was attractive and potential as a new variable. She slipped out a piece of paper, enchanted, and wrote on it in a quick, cramped scrawl:

Speak and be merry,
For here, we will tarry.

The paper was her pride. Not an easy spell, that, to mimic the effects of the spoken word. Whatever a witch could say could be hidden within phrases wrote on it. Discreet, subtle spells, that wouldn't call attention but had just as powerful an affect. She smiled, her gift for improvised rhyme was beautiful sometimes. The spell was limited - to this bar, really - but it would influence him to at least be somewhat social.

The writing shimmered briefly, muting from incandescent to matte in the matter of moments. She sat back, hailing a bartender as he passed for a drink. No beer. Beer was dirty, ancient. It was the ferment of a stone age, and she would not touch it. Wine, instead. Martinis were acceptable. Waiting, just waiting, until he slipped. A slight spill, and she whipped a napkin from a nearby dispenser (slipped the paper into the cloth) and passed it to him with a soft smile.


((OOC: because the formatting is screwed up for proboards sites, this is her dress: www.modcloth.com/Modcloth/Womens/Dresses/-Licorice-Cordial-Dress))

[erik]

The girl was persistant, and he couldn't exactly ignore her now. Erik, however, didn't take the napkin. Quickly, he turned to the girl- a blonde- and started to speak. "Did you want something?" His tone was harsh, and words blunt. Erik had never been the cryptic type, especially when he was drinking. All women annoyed him, especially blondes. He didn't exactly know why. Maybe it was because Kia had been a brunette, or because all light-haired women sounded ditzy to him. He didn't exactly know why. Pehaps it was just the old stereotype. It was proved by Jessica Simpson, for sure. The girl was an idiot, and a blonde.

ooc: Sorry so short!

[Olivia Pietra Wallace]

He didn't take the napkin. She grimaced inwardly, not letting her frustration show on her visage. She pulled it backwards, running her polished fingers across the top, discreetly slipping the note into her sleeve. For further dispensation, if not on him, than on another meatbag.
She blinked at his response. So hostile, didn't quite fall to her graces that easily. Broken people were so irritating. She was tempted to roll her eyes.
"Only a discussion. Although I was just handing you a napkin out of my good graces," she said, a slight smile upon her lips. She did so love a challenge, but this man might not have even been worth the effort she had dispensed so far, nevermind even the effort that she would use otherwise.

[erik]

"Well, you won't get anywhere with your kind gestures." The girl was irriating him, obviously just flirting. She didn't care, not about what he had been through, and what he was going through now. Erik ran his hands through his brown hair. He was always considered good-looking, but he didn't think that the reputation would serve him now. Erik was a mess, and he knew it. Nobody has normal conversations anymore, do they? Everyone wants something. Erik ordered another beer, downing it in a second. He was getting drunker by the moment. Feeling naughty, Erik waved his hand in the air casually, out of habit. He could wave just used his mind, but it wasn't feeling too smart right now. A breeze started to pick up in the bar, a strange thing in a building. Hopefully the girl's hair would get messed up and she'd go home. Maybe start looking at herself as a person, rather than a supermodel.
Then Erik realized that he was being a bit harsh. Kia would have told him off. He could already hear her voice. "Be a bit nicer, Erik. Honestly, you don't have to piss off everyone you meet. The world is not out to get you.." He decided to take her advice and apologize to the girl. "Sorry," he huffed. "I'm a drunk and a natural-born jerk. The cherry on top? Your girlfriend dies and you're stuck in this hole for the rest of your life." He tried to smile, but it was no use. He didn't know why he told her about Kia, maybe it was because he was anti-cryptic.

OOC: Maybe we should have Chloe chip in a little, after your post?

[Olivia Pietra Wallace]

Olivia rolled her eyes as the wind picked up inside the bar. An elemental. Goddamn, why couldn't she find some little human, ready to succumb to her will? Everything needed to be a damned magical creature anymore.
"Wind abate,
you've been set free,
Feel free to wander
'neath the cherry tree"
She incanted. A hastily stitched rhyme at best, but all spells required were rhymes and a message. Olivia reached up to her hair and tucked back a stray lock that had been whipped around by the improvised hurricane. Listening as he mumbled at her, she raised her eyebrows again.
"Well, at least you realize your behavior was that of a defensive brute. Apology accepted." She was not in the mood for any heart-healing tonight, but it seemed that was all she was good for, having had no catches in the past few nights. "But as for your dead girlfriend, I can help with that if you'd like." She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, having twisted the barstool so she was cupping the drink she had ordered earlier.



((OOC: She's free to cut in any time she likes.))