http://thewaspwoman.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] thewaspwoman.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg 2007-06-05 10:47 pm (UTC)

(( omg... *finally posts* x.x;;;; *ends up being lengthy to make up for the time* XD))

Haruko tossed back another of the strangely colored drinks, eyes as hazy as her mind, just the way she was liking it. In the "clear" part of her mind (which much of it wasn't left), she was damning about everything their was, including the bar tender who was looking at her with a pitying gaze. Tch. She didn't need anyone's pity. Sure, she could've handled her previous situation better - though she wouldn't have given in even if she had the choice again - but hey! Even someone like her knew when to fold her cards.

Haruko had pity for the people that worked here. That was the truth of the matter. She had pity for every damn person that kept coming through the gates of the city, and she had pity for that goddamn man in black that apparently had nothing better to do than give Haruko a hard time.

Her eyes focused, just a bit, and when her eyes and brain finally connected signals, she was in the process of falling backwards, stool and all, and collapsing to the ground. Apparently she was drunk enough to not realize when something approached in front of her.

She was glad there wasn't really anyone in the bar. Sluggishly, she set the stool back on its legs and crawled up it, eying the creature unblinkingly. Her first thought was if the creature came out of someone's forehead, but then realized that was more than silly and that she shouldn't should have another drink. Her hand stumbled to grab her empty glass (knocking it over and fumbling as it rolled around til she finally nabbed it again) and waved it around until the tender finally took it again.

"S'what are you?" she finally drawled to the creature. It seemed fuzzier looking than everything else to her. The colors of it blurred with their surroundings, or at least that's how she saw them. "Figment of m'imagination, right? Rrrrrright... 'm goin' crazy again... yeah..."

She then knocked over the now-filled glass and watched, dazed, as the liquid poured out across the counter and the creature's feet. "Ahhh... whoops... river... haaa..."

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