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| Drinking a little too Much | |
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| Lyrka | Sun Jul 25, 2004 3:18 am Post #1 |
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Though she had a high tolerance for alcohol, if she drank any more she’d surely get drunk. But she honestly didn’t care; she was too deep in her thoughts to realize it or to be bothered by it. She just sat at one of the tables and sipped from a mug of beer. How strange, normally she couldn’t stand the taste of beer. Her large luminous silver eyes shifted their gaze from a point on the far wall to a small blue book, her journal. She’d written in it earlier so she wouldn’t do so again until tomorrow. It didn’t make much sense to have more than one entry a day. “Would you like another refill miss?” One of the waitress’s asked her hesitantly, not sure if she should give her one. But then for all the girl had drank, she didn’t seem drunk. Lyrka looked up at her, brushing back a few strands of ice blond hair from her face and tucking it behind an ear. This was one of the first times in a long time that’d she kept her waist-length hair down. “Yes please,” she replied politely after turning her gaze back to the far wall and extending her empty mug to the woman. She leaned back in her chair and resumed sipping from the now full mug once the woman had left. Had she not brought her feathered wings in with a spell she probably wouldn’t be able to lean back as she was comfortably. But even without the wings she was still a little of an oddity to look at for those walking into the tavern and inn. Her skin looked paler than normal and her eyes a little red though whether it was from drinking or from crying wasn’t known. Her skirts were black and her long sleeved shirt dark gray; her skin and her ice blond hair stood out against them as almost white. The things she had with her were drawing a few looks as well though the little blue journal didn’t get too many. Her black cloak had been folded and set onto the table, sort of made into a bed for the small coppery-scaled pseudo dragon hatchling that slept there. A second pseudo dragon sat on the table beside the hatchling, though this one was an adult and he was looking around him with large sapphire eyes. A backpack rested in one of the three other chairs at her table with her glaive leaning up against the chair. |
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