Baby you could do a whole lot better ♥ [OPEN]

[setveracity]

WHO: Richard Cypher [setveracity] and others...who may be sober?
WHAT: Beware of giggling drunk Richard. Beware~...
WHERE: The bonfire at the beach.
WHEN: Third night of the carnival.

Comments

/throws a hot half-human your way

[savedthehead]

[Festivities... are something foreign to Clare. The bartenders were astounded when she downed a beer - not entirely strange, this version, though its taste was something Clare could offer an opinion on - and walked away without so much of a swagger.

On the beach, she is at least more comfortable. She stands in front of the fire, quietly sipping on another beer, forcing her body to filter out the alcohol.

Her eyes close in irritation as a drunk behind her begins to speak.]

/stares at hot half-human

[setveracity]

Hey, hey, hey...[He tried reaching towards the person in front of him but being drunk threw his coordination off. So when he thought he grabbed her and his hand passed right through her he stopped.]

...whoa. Are you a ghost?! W...wait, I...have to tell you something first. [Quickly he gestured her towards him.]

[savedthehead]

[She didn't expected that. As far as Clare knew, she had no ability that could make her insubstantial. Surprise flickered across her face.

And now this drunk wanted to speak to her. She ignored him for the time being.]

[setveracity]

Hey~...[He leaned forward further trying to grab her again and instead fell, shoulder first, into the sand.]

He-erk! [From his spot he started laughing harder and didn't try to get up. Instead, he rolled onto his back.]

[savedthehead]

[Clare takes a step aside to prevent him from rolling into her foot and turns around to look at him, her calm face slightly annoyed.]

[setveracity]

[When he got a good look at her, which was a while since he's drunk, his brow arched and his gray eyes flashed recognition.]

Cara?

[savedthehead]

[She blinks.]

Clare.

[setveracity]

[frown]

Clare?

[savedthehead]

My name is Clare, not Cara.

[Her voice is monotone.]

[setveracity]

[Richard sputtered scrunching his face in disbelief.]

You could've fooled me. You sound almost like her. [Squints at Clare.] ...maybe if you wore red leather...but your hair.

[He broke into a fit of laughter.]

[savedthehead]

[She would cross her arms under her breasts, but she's holding a drink, she settles for just looking at him mildly annoyed.]

What about it?

[setveracity]

If it was...in a french braid then you'd look exactly like her.

[His voice trailed as he spied her drink and he looked down at his empty bottle.] Hn.

[savedthehead]

[Her eyebrows raise slightly.]

Your Cara has silver eyes?

[She notices him looking at her drink and hands it over. It's not like she can't get more, not to mention, she's not even getting drunk off it.]

[setveracity]

[He gets a bit more excited to see her hand over the drink and he doesn't notice that he let out a squeak. He glanced at her eyes before grabbing the beer and took a greedy drink.]

No, she has icy-blue eyes but you bare a striking resemblance to her. Maybe you should try red leather.

[savedthehead]

[She's trying to imagine just what sort of use RED leather would have.]

I doubt she's half monster.

[It's said with a straight face, a mere acceptance of facts.]

[setveracity]

[Arching a brow your way.]

That depends on your definition of monster. [A question hidden in a statement. Is it possible?]