([identity profile] wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-04-11 01:56 am

Alcohol, My Permanent Accessory [Completed]

Characters: Lucrecia Crescent, some Turks if they feel like it, and pretty much anyone else who wants to have tavern shenanigans!
Content: Lu find a bar while fleeing Vincent and commences drinking herself into a less-terrified and much less-inhibited stupor.
Setting: The Cheap Prayer [F5]
Time: Saturday, any time after noon, really
Warnings: Alcohol, Swearing, Drunkenness...

After that whole tangle on the message board and even more people warning her in her journal, a very frightened Lucrecia practically ran from Vanaheim gate in the direction of Cid's shop--or what she thought was Cid's shop. Spending nearly an hour out in the freezing rain, lost and terrified that a psychopathic serial killer would come running up to her at any moment, Lucrecia ducked under the eve of a rather run-down bar outside an equally run-down shack that seemed to be some sort of entertainment establishment. She had a good eye, and after four years of training, could spot a bar a mile away. Or...tavern. Or whatever it was. In any case, she leaned tiredly on the bar, taking a moment to catch her breath, tasting a sharp metallic tang in her mouth as she swallowed hard before ordering, "Gimmie a glass of brandy, two shots of whiskey, vodka on the rocks, and a dark ale." This had been one HELL of a morning.

She was served by a rather shocked-looking denizen of Paixao, and she downed the two shots in rapid succession, digging through her messenger bag and pulling out enough gil to cover it all. Grabbing the ale in one hand and slipping the fingers of her other hand into her two glasses, pinching them together for easy transport, Lucrecia picked up the remaining liquor and walked inside the establishment, blinking in the darkness, so relieved to finally be safe and out of the wind that she could almost cry right there.

She sat in a booth off to the side, setting down all but the glass of vodka and drinking it as she shimmied back to lean against the wall, her short legs resting along the booth's cushion, her heels sticking out into the room. Finishing off the vodka, she started on the brandy, the skin on her back crawling until she had it pressed to the wooden wall, a position that allowed her to survey the room and watch the door warily all at once. Or at least from the same vantage.

Once her brandy was gone, she waved over a waiter, asking for more brandy and a burbon, if they had any. Lucrecia started in on her ale, sipping it slowly and trying to relax and warm up. She was fine; she was safe, away from that murderer Vincent, and she was inside, and her hangover was finally starting to ease. Beginning to feel relaxed for the first time that day, Lucrecia surveyed the bar's patrons and staff warily, always keeping an eye on the door, not wanting to be surprised by anyone. Most people looked strangely uniform, with blond hair and blue eyes, so she quickly began to tune them out, her eyes alert for anyone who looked even slightly different.

[identity profile] 2006-04-11 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: You win the internet for using BNL song lyrics for your entry title. XD]

Dark Hair...?

[identity profile] 2006-04-12 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Legato had sat there much too long, doing nothing. He didn’t bother much with the journal that had been handed to him, but rather looked at all of the people. They were all the same. At least on his planet they looked slightly different, which made things exciting. How very boring.
He noticed her almost immediately, and nearly tipped his drink over when he saw her. No one here dressed or looked like she did. Obviously she wasn’t from here. He watched her down more drinks then what should be healthy before making any sort of approach. Placing his journal in the pocket of one of his coats, he stood from his seat and made his way to her.

Legato didnt think much of what he was going to say by the time he got to her, so he simply sat down on the other side of her and stared at her, waiting to see what she would do.

{Sorry for the Short post. ^_^;;

[identity profile] 2006-04-12 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Legato rested his back on the wood behind him and eyed the girls actions peculiarly.

“Your quiet noisy, aren’t you?” He murmured, which was his normal way of talking. He noted where her hands moved, but paid no real attention. “Valentine? Isn’t that a sort of holiday you humans celebrate? Or are you referring to a person.” Legato didn’t wait for a reply from her before he answered.

“No, I’m not Mr. Valentine.”

[identity profile] 2006-04-12 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Legato was disappointed. He had hoped she had some answers, maybe was a resident here, but she wasn’t. His eyes glanced at a man that passed by them, but only out of habit. Legato chuckled then at her question, shifting his wait to rest his head on his left hand.

“Yes, I’m human.” He watched her moods change with interest. Women were so strange. One moment they were scared, the next comfortable, then scared again. “Where did you come from?” He asked her, his expression not changing.

[identity profile] 2006-04-12 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Legato began ignoring her after she said that you could talk to people through the journals. He made a mental note of it, thinking to himself that he could reach his master through the odd contraption. He looked away from her to gaze at the people in the shop. He noticed that nearly all of them indeed had a strange note book of sorts, either in use or visible and in a bag. When Lu was finally done talking, he asked “So you don’t know how you got here?”

A stupid question he immediately realized. Of course she didn’t. She just said she didn’t. He looked back at her flushed face and realized that she was drunk. “Do have intention of dying before your married?”

{ Ok, Now I'm taking a shower. D: }

[identity profile] 2006-04-12 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Legato shook his head slightly. “I was mearly pointing out that you were killing yourself. I have no intension to kill you yet. And certainly not marry you.” He inwardly gagged a little. “You sure do enjoy talking. Are you drunk?”

He leaned backward. While this conversation wasn’t all that productive, he did enjoy obviously scaring this girl. Her emotions were very random.

[identity profile] 2006-04-13 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Legato looked for a long moment at the area of his arm that she had touched. He wasn’t used to people touching him, and found the lingering discomfort irritating.

“Legato.” Was all he said of his name. “People try to kill me all the time, and I have never turned to alcohol.” He eyed her many glasses, and wondered how many it would take to make her breath flammable, and if it were at all possible. An amusing image of the girl’s mouth catching fire from all her alcohol and talking flashed into his mind, and he chuckled.

[OOC: OmgLol. xD ]

[identity profile] 2006-04-14 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Legato thought for too long on her question, and stared at her face as though he were looking for an answer from her. He finally sighed, and said in a very quiet voice, “Because humans are irrational creatures that let emotions control them. Lets say I kill your sister. Well the natural human feeling is to get revenge isn’t it? Humans act out on these impulses much to often. Like you and your drinking.” He reached out and tipped one of her empty glasses over. “In short, people try to kill me because I’ve hurt them in some way or another.” The man chuckled again, and stared off into space, seemingly remembering something.

[ooc: Yes he is. ;_; ]

Shortest post ever. You can hit me if you want. <3

[identity profile] 2006-04-14 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Legato smiled as he watched the frightened woman. “Think of it as ‘spring cleaning’.” Was all he said, before leaning back in his seat and watching her reaction.

[identity profile] 2006-04-14 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He was bewildered at her reaction. Defiantly not what he had intended. Legato let what had just happen precess in his head, smiled, and them began to laugh insanely. He ran a hand through his hair and covered his mouth, an attempt to make himself stop laughing, although it didn’t work. He gripped at his t-shirt, and through his hand said, “You’re a mess! What a pitiful human being!”

He calmed himself down and brushed his hair from his eyes. He took a long breath and looked briefly at the table before motioning for a towel or something to clean it up from one of the shocked waiters.

[identity profile] 2006-04-15 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Legato sighed a content smile as he watched her walk away. He definitely had not thought he would scare her that badly, but it was an excellent outcome.

“Are you going to be pay, or is your wife?” A waiter asked, beginning to clean up the gross mess. Legato stared at him for a moment, before standing. Legato focused his attention on the waiter, and with ease slipped himself into the other mans mind, made him forget about the tab, and withdrew back into his own. The waiter focused his attention on the table, and continued cleaning up the vomit as Legato walked out of the bar.