Post by Trixie Warden on Mar 7, 2016 2:54:37 GMT
The pub was crowded and loud, full of drunk people wearing far too much green. They shoved, pushed, whooped, and hollered, dragging in the people all around them in an effort to keep the energy as high as possible. Already, there had been three fights since they opened their doors around four in the afternoon. A lot of the people were already drunk.
Most of the bars were strictly twenty and up, abiding by the legal drinking age of Japan, and were performing checks on identification. Bellatrix lucked out, sneaking in with a group and going mostly unnoticed. She was supposed to meet the boys here after her score and had arrived here before them. The bartender didn’t bother to ask any questions, shoving her a beer and moving on to the next person.
She wasn’t much of a drinker, but the beer was fairly free-flowing and she couldn’t complain too much about that. Besides, she wasn’t here for the alcohol. She giggled, her head lolling back, as she waited in line to get a pool table. Her outfit was garnering a fair amount of attention. Everybody seemed to appreciate the shorts that barely covered her curves, and the shirt that clung to her tiny frame. She made sure to wear a green bra, shown since the sides of her shirts were cut out and tied. She even dyed the tips of her brown hair an obnoxious green, feeling festive.
“You waiting on something, girl?” one of the patrons asked as she inched her way back towards the bar. She turned on her heel, spinning, a grin plastered across her face. The man was not a vampire, but he most certainly wasn’t human. His scent, the way he stood, confused her. Tilting her head to one side, her smile faltered for a second. “Yeah. Pool. You know, billiards?”
The Asian man stood over her, his eyes flashing as he searched her face. He seemed to be looking for something, but what, she had no clue. The line shifted, and slowly, she followed. So did he. He took another swig of his beer, already more than halfway through with it.
“We got a pool table all set up over there,” he said with a toss of his head.
She knew what he wanted but gave a shake of her head. “My boyfriend will be here soon. Thanks, though!” As uncomfortable as he made her, warning bells going off even through the haze of drugs that always conflicted her mind, she wanted to be polite. Who knew how many drinks he had that night? She wanted to avoid violence, if she could.
“He can join us when he gets here.”
The thought of Jude joining the group of guys, all of whom had that same strange feel about them, made her feel even worse. She shifted from foot to foot, obviously uncomfortable. What choices did she have? The white powder in her nose told her that she would be perfectly fine. Swallowing, she gave a little nod.
“Yeah,” she murmured. “Sure. That works.”
He led her to the pool table, and the entire time, she glanced over her shoulder, searching the entrance for Jude.
Most of the bars were strictly twenty and up, abiding by the legal drinking age of Japan, and were performing checks on identification. Bellatrix lucked out, sneaking in with a group and going mostly unnoticed. She was supposed to meet the boys here after her score and had arrived here before them. The bartender didn’t bother to ask any questions, shoving her a beer and moving on to the next person.
She wasn’t much of a drinker, but the beer was fairly free-flowing and she couldn’t complain too much about that. Besides, she wasn’t here for the alcohol. She giggled, her head lolling back, as she waited in line to get a pool table. Her outfit was garnering a fair amount of attention. Everybody seemed to appreciate the shorts that barely covered her curves, and the shirt that clung to her tiny frame. She made sure to wear a green bra, shown since the sides of her shirts were cut out and tied. She even dyed the tips of her brown hair an obnoxious green, feeling festive.
“You waiting on something, girl?” one of the patrons asked as she inched her way back towards the bar. She turned on her heel, spinning, a grin plastered across her face. The man was not a vampire, but he most certainly wasn’t human. His scent, the way he stood, confused her. Tilting her head to one side, her smile faltered for a second. “Yeah. Pool. You know, billiards?”
The Asian man stood over her, his eyes flashing as he searched her face. He seemed to be looking for something, but what, she had no clue. The line shifted, and slowly, she followed. So did he. He took another swig of his beer, already more than halfway through with it.
“We got a pool table all set up over there,” he said with a toss of his head.
She knew what he wanted but gave a shake of her head. “My boyfriend will be here soon. Thanks, though!” As uncomfortable as he made her, warning bells going off even through the haze of drugs that always conflicted her mind, she wanted to be polite. Who knew how many drinks he had that night? She wanted to avoid violence, if she could.
“He can join us when he gets here.”
The thought of Jude joining the group of guys, all of whom had that same strange feel about them, made her feel even worse. She shifted from foot to foot, obviously uncomfortable. What choices did she have? The white powder in her nose told her that she would be perfectly fine. Swallowing, she gave a little nod.
“Yeah,” she murmured. “Sure. That works.”
He led her to the pool table, and the entire time, she glanced over her shoulder, searching the entrance for Jude.
