paixaorpg | OH DAMNIT RENO YOU SUCK [Solo/Complete]

Characters: Elena
Content: Elena loses Tseng and reclaims her purse
Setting: crazy party at the ever-so-awkward Wild Ginger
Time: Late Friday
Warning: um, EXTREME awkwardness?

Elena finished typing on her (rather addictive) journal to look up and see that she had totally lost Tseng. She stopped in her tracks, frowning in worry, to confirm that yes… Tseng was absolutely nowhere to be seen. She had lost him completely.

Cursing a bit under her breath, Elena’s first reaction was to reach for her purse and call the man. But her hand froze as well, as she realized… her purse was not there. She looked over at her should almost uncomprehendingly, and still it was not there. It was nowhere in sight.

Her mind panicking, Elena thought back as best as her racing brain would allow. She’d had it when she first arrived in Paixao… when she had taken the train to the center of the city… when she had met Reno at the train station… when Reno had dragged her into the Wild Ginger… when- that was it. Her memory was pretty fuzzy where that night was concerned, but she could’ve sworn that when Reno had carried her out of that building, she had not had her purse with her.

Damnit.

Taking a deep breath, Elena found herself standing in front of the Wild Ginger by mid-evening. It wasn’t Thursday anymore, however, it was a weekend. And the nightclub definitely reflected that. People, laughing loudly and many obviously completely wasted and/or high, came in and out of the front doors that seemingly never closed. Elena, needless to say, felt as out of place as a nun in a whorehouse.

Swallowing her growing anxiety and reminding herself of how badly she needed her purse, Elena lowered her eyes to the floor to avoid any possible attention and made her way inconspicuously inside.

The room was absolutely pulsing with the heat of the closely-packed writhing bodies, and Elena was immediately amazed at how the temperature seemed to raise at least 20 degrees as soon as she stepped foot inside. But reminding herself to keep her gaze on the floor, Elena continued on to the front desk that was conveniently (ha) located just past the dance floor.

And, of course, she was not going to get through unmolested, oh no. Trotting along beside the floor, a black-haired man that she had never seen before looked at her, a mischevious glint in his eye. Pretending not to notice, Elena quickened her pace... only the be grabbed from behind by the man a quick moment later. Giving a small, awkward yelp, the blonde attempted to pull away as the man drew her close and proceeded to dance with her.

Mortified, Elena grew immediately red in the face and tried to weakly and politely pull away. "I'm sorry, I... I, um, have to go and find my... my purse, I can't..." she stuttered. But coherent words had escaped her for the time being, and even she knew that it was useless to try to make any sense at all in her current, flustered position. So she put her hands forcefully on the man's and somehow managed to pry them most of the way off of her.

The man, realizing her resistance, only pulled her closer. She was about half an inch from his face then, and could smell the putrid mixture of alcohol, cigars, and a few other foreign drugs on his breath as his gritty, sandpaper-like voice began to ask, "Honey, don't you want to-?" Elena attempted to wriggle out of his grip all through this advancement, and surprised even herself as she somehow managed to get loose. And, with no time to revel in her regained freedom, urgently pushed her small frame further through the dancing mass and towards the table, hoping desperately that the disgusting drunk would not follow.

As she finally approached the desk, Elena leaned forward to give her voice a chance to be heard above the throbbing, insanely loud music. “Excuse me?” she asked still breathing hard the slight bit. She only had to repeat herself once before continuing on with her request. “Did you find a purse here yesterday? It had a-"But before the blonde could even finish, the unenthusiastic woman at the front desk held up the purse and raised an eyebrow almost accusingly. Elena nodded sheepishly, hating that she felt so attacked and embarrassed in front of an older woman who wore entirely too much makeup and worked at such a place.

Reaching forward to receive it, Elena immediately placed it in it’s rightful position over her shoulder, sighing in relief a bit as she did so. She didn’t bother to check and ensure that all of her belongings were in place, but she figured that having it was one step, at least, and she really didn’t want to stay in the place for one moment longer than she had to.

“…thank you.”

And with that, Elena exited as quickly and quietly and inconspicuously as possible, in search of a place to stay the night… thinking horrible, angry thoughts about the careless and irresponsible Reno all the while.