[OPEN] One More Drink then I Swear that I am Going Home...
Who: Noin and YOU!
What: Noin's drinking. :|
When: Nighttime! Of course whenever? IDK.
Where: Any of ye local bars.
Warnings: BOOZE INDUCED THINGS. Dunno yet, there may be hints of angst?
A soft sigh and rumbled sound, she hummed lightly as she picked up and teased a couple of coins with her fingernails, chuckling lightly as they slipped, predictably, from her grasp. It was just a couple of drinks in, and in a way, she was already vaguely bored, a book of Shakespeare and a plastic covered play settled on top of each other in a rather dismissive pile. The bar they sat on was rough, abused, but rich and warm with color, the fragmented edges rough on her rough, fumbling fingertips.
As it was, the bar she was sitting in was quiet, yet lively, the flash of screens here and there and the low buzz of voices that occasionally barked through to catch her notice before her eyes peeled off in another direction. Ordinary folks just living their lives, smoking, talking, debating, getting drunk, arguing - all of it.
Hollow music in the background, crooned from a husky voiced, perhaps beautiful once, female-looking figure, the eyeless face a mask and the voice dully hypnotic, sinking into the more sensitive ears the meaning behind the words she sang that the babelfish butchered with merciless glee.
She giggled as it seemed like the words kept getting jumbled, tripping over themselves - so many meanings for simple words such as "touch" and "breath" - the ripple behind them echoed to sensation, curvaceousness, hunger and sapped, drained, lacking for the latter.
[OOC: Whatever format (prose/brackets) you guys are looking for, have at it! This is mostly CR related, and is open to old and new folks~]
What: Noin's drinking. :|
When: Nighttime! Of course whenever? IDK.
Where: Any of ye local bars.
Warnings: BOOZE INDUCED THINGS. Dunno yet, there may be hints of angst?
A soft sigh and rumbled sound, she hummed lightly as she picked up and teased a couple of coins with her fingernails, chuckling lightly as they slipped, predictably, from her grasp. It was just a couple of drinks in, and in a way, she was already vaguely bored, a book of Shakespeare and a plastic covered play settled on top of each other in a rather dismissive pile. The bar they sat on was rough, abused, but rich and warm with color, the fragmented edges rough on her rough, fumbling fingertips.
As it was, the bar she was sitting in was quiet, yet lively, the flash of screens here and there and the low buzz of voices that occasionally barked through to catch her notice before her eyes peeled off in another direction. Ordinary folks just living their lives, smoking, talking, debating, getting drunk, arguing - all of it.
Hollow music in the background, crooned from a husky voiced, perhaps beautiful once, female-looking figure, the eyeless face a mask and the voice dully hypnotic, sinking into the more sensitive ears the meaning behind the words she sang that the babelfish butchered with merciless glee.
She giggled as it seemed like the words kept getting jumbled, tripping over themselves - so many meanings for simple words such as "touch" and "breath" - the ripple behind them echoed to sensation, curvaceousness, hunger and sapped, drained, lacking for the latter.
[OOC: Whatever format (prose/brackets) you guys are looking for, have at it! This is mostly CR related, and is open to old and new folks~]