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Post by LEA PAIGE NATHANSON on May 31, 2013 18:05:02 GMT
Another night, another shift. Lea was a proud business owner, although it had gotten a bit more tedious since Gabriel had to go into hiding. Mostly because she had much less time for her social life. It wasn't that she was extremely into the nightlife, but she was an extremely social person and had gotten used a certain amount of nocturnal activity within the past month or so.. Ever since her best friend had left, she'd been feeling lonely in more than a few ways and had to throw herself into work to keep her mind from missing him. Also, Lea knew that she had more than a handful of hedonistic qualities, and going out to enjoy Manuka's nightlife was a fantastic way for her to meet people, and not just for conversation. The immortal was very comfortable with her sexuality, and didn't mind casual encounters – she didn't need anything serious in her life, and the less logical side of herself was still hoping that her true love would just land in her lap. After seven hundred and fifty years, she wasn't sure what she was holding out for or waiting on, or why fate had been making her wait for so long, but she'd learned patience and diligence before, so she'd learn it again now that she was alone with a heavier workload than she was used to having.
The bar was actually quite busy, and Lea found herself easily getting lost in a haze of waiting tables, making drinks, greeting customers, serving food. Mona was a whiz in the kitchen, and had been handling herself quite nicely – the immortal found that her little firetamer chef was even better under pressure, which was remarkable given how shy and demure the woman was outside of the kitchen. Lea had done well by hiring her, because they seemed to be busier and more popular since she opened, which meant that she was making a decent bit of money. And even though the redhead wasn't entirely focused on money or material possessions (except maybe shoes), she did appreciate that all of her hard work and lack of socializing was paying off in some form. On occasion, she'd still meet an interesting person at the bar and end up taking them home, but she did her best not to mix business and pleasure.
After the bar cleared out a little, she noticed a familiar person sitting at the bar working on downing another shot or glass of whatever boozy concoction she'd been drinking. Lea turned to one of her servers, lowering her voice conspiratorially. ”Has she been here long?” Beatrice Astor was one of her regular customers, but for all the wrong reasons. Lea didn't know what sorrows the girl was trying to chase away, but more often than not she found herself in the bottom of a bottle by the end of every night she came by. It had been so busy that Lea hadn't even seen her come in, and every time she did see the little faerie, her heart ached for the pretty brunette. There was an aura of persistent melancholy that surrounded that one and didn't ever seem to quit. Really, nothing ever seemed to lighten her mood, not even copious amounts of alcohol or the numerous people that she left with after picking them up randomly. Lea's nature as someone who liked to care for others wished that she could do something for this young woman, but almost dared not to interfere – their relationship was... brusque; Lea owned the bar, Bee bought the drinks that she consumed. Every now and then, they'd chat, but that was forced at best – at least, on Bee's part. The little faerie had a tendency to be... unpleasant.
Tonight, though, Lea was feeling a little lonely herself and a lot bold, so she walked up to the bar and gave the pretty brunette a dazzling smile. ”It's good to see you again, Bee,” Lea said, standing next to her barstool. ”I missed you coming in – my apologies, I would have said hello if I saw you.” She was one of the few that Lea didn't use her British terms of endearment on and had to really attempt to charm, but she guessed that was part of the fae's charm. She had to try harder to get a positive reaction from this one, but Lea rather liked a challenge.
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Post by BEATRICE HAYLEE ASTOR on Jun 1, 2013 13:34:30 GMT
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Beatrice had been in a terrible mood all night. It did not matter the amount of alcohol she had consumed, it barely did anything to the pain that she felt. Still, the burning sensation helped, and it did take her mind off her melancholy for a while before they came back swinging again, She had no idea how long she had been sitting at the bar, drinking glasses of booze all night. The alcohol would not kill her, but the faerie was indeed capable of feeling light-headed and she did wake up with the worst hangovers imaginable. However, she found a strange sense of solace in the rum, and like a drug, she kept consuming it over and over again. It did shit for her depression, but she was unable to find any other solution for it. Maybe she'd party later at a club, in another attempt to take her mind off things. The loud, raucous music should help. She'd party all night if she had to.
The brunette tipped her head back to take another swig of rum, only to come up empty-handed. Frowning, Beatrice glanced at the glass in puzzlement, making a show of shaking it and bouncing it around. She was out. Shooting the glass an angry glare as though it would somehow magically refill itself, she thunked it down onto the bar, locking eyes with the server. It was clear that she wanted more, and the server was going to be in so much shit if she didn't bring it. While she waited, the Astor gazed absentmindedly around the bar without any interest. The pub was busy tonight, and Beatrice knew she could pick up anyone she wanted. Sex was another thing that she liked and craved, passionate nights did manage to take her mind off things as well. Genders and sexuality did not matter, as long as the sex was good, which it normally was. When she was in the mood, she was actually willing to teach a virgin a few things, provided that the partner was willing to keep up with her, and that Beatrice received her own pleasure.
When the next glass of rum came, the brunette wasted no time in chugging it down, at least a quarter of the glass's contents already finishing. A voice in her mind nagged to take it easy, but like hell was she going to listen to her superego. Fuck that. Engrossed in her booze, she did not realize that Lea had come up next to her until the redhead spoke in that lovely British accent of hers. Beatrice glanced up, frowning, wondering what she wanted. It wasn't often that the redhead popped by for a chat, because the fae was terrible company, and the both of them knew it. There was nothing in Beatrice to be amiable or sunny, all she saw ahead in life was darkness, and made no show in hiding it. Beatrice was not in any mood to socialize with anyone, let alone someone like Lea, but since the owner of the bar had taken all the trouble to greet her, the faerie could entertain her a bit before telling her to piss off like she usually did with everyone. It didn't matter how nice you were or how horrible, everyone received the same treatment from The Big B.
"You can say your hello now and go back to work," grunted the brunette, raising an eyebrow at Lea, not even bothering with greeting her in return or even trying a small smile. Politeness and small talk were lost on Beatrice a long time ago, ever since she spiraled down to hell. She said whatever she wanted, whatever she wanted, fuck the police. "What do you want?" The bar was so busy tonight, and here Lea was talking to her. Beatrice was a lost cause, she wondered what the beautiful redhead really wanted from her.
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Post by LEA PAIGE NATHANSON on Jun 2, 2013 6:29:41 GMT
The immortal certainly wasn't surprised to see and hear that the little faerie was grumpy. It was practically written all over her aura, along with the state of intoxication that she was working herself into. Every time she saw Bee at her bar drinking away some unknown sorrow, Lea's heart went out to the other woman. She'd been through some dark times in her own life, especially right after her entire family was murdered and she was the only survivor, and recently she had been learning how to function as a solo business owner without her very best friend in the entire world.
She was an independent, self-made woman, but she certainly knew and understood how life could be unnecessarily cruel and throw some very unwanted curve balls. Therefore, Lea could only imagine what was causing the brunette to drink herself into a near stupor so many nights a week. Even though she was bold and a pretty curious person, she would not and could not bring herself to ask. It wasn't her business, and Bee's money spent just like any of her other customers' did. Lea couldn't complain about that, because the amount of money that this woman was willing to spend on booze was equivalent to what she might spend on a sexy pair of heels to further fuel her shoe addiction. The difference was that her shoe addiction wouldn't kill her. Very little could kill her, and while she didn't know much about faeries and how their physical constitution, she did know that all that rum couldn't be a good thing.
Maybe that was what made her go over to the woman, the slight hope that putting herself in the middle of a conversation might actually slow her down. Even if she made her way down to a shot every twenty minutes instead of every ten, she'd be better off. It was confusing, in a way, because Lea couldn't figure out why she cared. Bee had been doing this exact thing for a while now – a vicious cycle of drinking, meeting random strangers, and from that Lea could only assume that she was taking them home. And she was certainly adult enough to know that that meant. Everyone had their outlets, she supposed, but the lovely brunette was a walking disaster and the immortal was a bit of a good Samaritan – she genuinely liked putting herself on the line to help people. That was why she had the apartment upstairs that Mia lived in along with the two rooms downstairs where strays could stay for a night or two, or when they needed sanctuary. She'd even spent a pretty penny on protective spells to ensure that no violence could occur within her facility. That way, humans were safe from supernaturals, supernaturals were safe from hunters, and everyone could just drink peacefully without the worry of being preyed upon.
The response that she got from Bee wasn't unexpected, per se, but it was definitely sharp and caused the redhead to arch an eyebrow and drop her smile a little. Was she really that unpleasant to be around? There were lots of people that enjoyed her company. ”It's actually slowed down quite a bit and I've got plenty of coverage for the night. It's why I hire staff – so I can do as I please.” She wasn't afraid to work or anything – Lea really liked her job because it gave her a perfect outlet to be social and talk to people, but she also was able to change up the pace or change her current task at any time because her staff members all loved her and their jobs and were usually more than willing to pick up whatever slack she left, when she did leave slack behind. ”I appreciate your concern, though.” The immortal was just a touch snarky, because she didn't want to start a fight. She didn't want to irritate the gloomy little fae, but she did want to talk to her. There had always been a strange... pull. So Lea took the bar stool next to her and perched upon it, signaling another round to the bartender, including a shot for herself.
”This round's on the house, okay?” Her bartender for the night was prompt, but definitely looked a little confused that she was drinking. One shot wouldn't do anything, and if anyone asked, she could always say she was off the clock – it was well after her usual hours. She handed Bee the other shot glass, then decided to answer her second question. ”What do I want? Couldn't tell you – perhaps an interest in sitting down for a chat with one of my best patrons. You know, we've never really gotten an opportunity to get to know one another, and I think you're terribly interesting.” It wasn't a lie, but the tone she used was just a touch flirtatious. Maybe she could give her a self-esteem boost – Lea knew that she had a wide appeal to lots of people, and she was safe because there was no way she'd end up going home with the fae or bringing her home. It might save someone else a night's worth of heartbreak, though. ”So, you know that I'm Lea and I know that you're Bee... I'm afraid it stops there. I could tell you my entire life story, all seven hundred fifty years of it, or you could participate in the conversation like normal people do.” The redhead gave her an encouraging little nod, then tossed her shot back like a champion, wondering if it would impress the other woman or what she'd think. Lea honestly wasn't sure.
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Post by BEATRICE HAYLEE ASTOR on Jun 2, 2013 8:22:44 GMT
we'll find our way, we'll leave this place [/size][/color] with the little piece of me that's left in you
It was usually with these responses that she shot to whomever that she conversed with had them backing off almost immediately. Maybe it was because of her unpleasant demeanor, or the fact that was pointedly plastered on her face that she was in no mood to talk to anyone. There were exception, such as when she wanted to take someone home, and that was the only time her bold charm was switched on, only for it to vanish again when she was done having her own way. Once upon a time, she had never been depressed, or rather, depressed to such an extent like this. She had been renowned for her gun for a mouth and heart of valour, a daredevil in every way. But now, events had dragged her down like a rock tied to her legs, and although it was long over, Beatrice hadn't the energy to cut the rope tying her to the rock that was her past. She was too tired to do anything but live with it, and the only outlet seemed to be fucking herself up even further.
Lea seemed to possess the same boldness that she had years ago tonight. It did intrigue the fae a little, wondering what had caused this phenomena. The redhead usually backed off after a few minutes whenever she tried to make small talk, but from the looks of it, Lea didn't seem to be doing that anytime soon. Beatrice was torn between feeling curious and pissed. Part of her wanted to see what the lovely English could do in attempts to impress her, while the other part just wanted to write her off and just go away. The Astor woman didn't want to be bothered, but she wanted to see how far Lea could actually go with her before Beatrice decided that enough was enough and shooed her away. The one thing that did concern her was that of all people, why her? She couldn't be that interesting, being the unpleasant, grumpy, depressed fart that she currently was. Perhaps Lea just wanted to be amiable and play the good owner of the bar that talked to her customers and shit. How little did Bee know.
At the redhead's reply, Beatrice couldn't help but snort. "Touché," She had a point. As the owner, you were pretty much free to do as you damn well please. Why Lea had even bothered answering her Bee didn't want to know. It hadn't exactly been a statement to be answered, but ah well. The beautiful redhead could justify whatever she wanted, and the brunette could really care less. At Lea's appreciation of her concern, it was when the faerie couldn't help a bark of sarcastic laughter. She downed the remaining shot and looked wryly at her, raising an eyebrow. She had caught on to Lea's slight shift in tone, and Bee's expression was speaking volumes, ambiguous and open to interpretation.
Beatrice's eyebrows rose when the redhead pulled up the stool next to her and told her that the next round was on her. The faerie hesitated on the new glass, quite unsure on whether she should take it or not, but desires eventually caved in and she accepted it with a nod. Alcohol was alcohol, it did not matter who was giving it to her, and plus, she didn't have to pay for this round. At Lea's answer to her question, Beatrice could not help the second bark of laughter, but it was filled with incredulity this time. She stared at the Englishwoman doubtfully. "I think you would find ducks a tad more interesting than me," said the faerie dryly. "Since they quack and shit and I don't."
"I don't want to listen to seven hundred and fifty years of history." Beatrice added, looking at Lea as though she had decided to grow horns out of her head. "I came here to drink, not to sit through bloody history." Making no effort to sugarcoat whatever words that came next, she barged on. "And what is your definition of a 'normal conversation?' Because as far as I'm concerned, I'm talking to you now, and this seems normal enough." Satisfied that she might have proved her point, she picked up the new shot and downed it down. It was going to be a long night.
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Post by LEA PAIGE NATHANSON on Jun 3, 2013 7:43:48 GMT
Oh, she had a live one on her hands, to be sure. Lea never stayed away from a challenge – she rather liked them, actually. Something about Bee, however, was extremely difficult, like a puzzle that only geniuses made an attempt to do. She was a beautiful, petite, fae version of a damn Rubik's Cube, and while it was always exciting to actually solve one, so many people stayed away for fear of how tedious it would be or how silly they'd looking trying to do it and failing over and over again. Lea couldn't say that she'd ever solved one of these puzzle games, but the woman in front of her was so much more interesting that it made her want to try. The immortal had wondered on more than a few nights what led her to be so self-destructive, and figured that it had to be something tragic enough to break her entire spirit. The colors of the young woman's aura were frequently fragmented, like shards of colored glass that had been roughly patched together in some sort of sloppy mosiac. Despite the disarray, it was strangely... beautiful.
Lea's initial comment about running the business and being able to do what she wanted earned her a dirisive little snort, and she smiled: with the faerie, that was an excellent start, believe it or not. The immortal decided that she'd take this as an open door, or at least a slightly cracked open door, and push her way through. That was part of the motivation behind ordering them both shots of the rum that Bee had been drinking: a peace offering, maybe. The redhead did have her doubts as to whether or not it would actually work – Bee didn't seem the type to be enticed or easily swayed, but she figured that it was at least worth an attempt. If she failed tonight, she'd always get another chance, as the faerie was in her bar at least three nights a week. Relatively cheap alcohol prices, she supposed, since the woman didn't seem the type to enjoy the atmosphere. After they received their shots, she started up an easy conversation, at least in her opinion, and hoped that it'd get her some sort of reaction. Something other than snorts, laughter, or silence. ”I've never liked ducks, actually – but I like you, strangely enough. You're a bit too surly and unyielding for my usual tastes, but what can a girl do?” Flirting was usually a safe bet, because Lea knew that she was attractive, and the fact that she'd seen this one take home women as well as men let her know that she wasn't choosy about gender.
At this point, Lea had no intention to being one of Bee's one-night stands, because she had plenty of those all on her own. That wouldn't do any good, wouldn't prove anything, and wouldn't make the faerie feel any better about herself, which was what Lea wanted to do from the first time she saw those gorgeous dark eyes looking into the bottom of an empty shot glass like the liquid would save her life, if only there was just a little more. The frown lines on her gentle face were heavy, and Lea wondered how beautiful she'd be if she smiled – a real smile, not one of those fake ones. Beatrice was a beautiful young woman, and normally, that would be exactly Lea's type for a one-night stand or even more if they had a connection, but with this one, she wouldn't dare. So she moved on to threatening Bee with her history, knowing that the woman would want to hear nothing of the sort. ”That was cruel of me to threaten. I apologize,” Lea said, a little bit playfully. ”Really, I just wanted a way to get you talking and not cursing at me. Although it's oddly charming when you do.”
Bee took the bait, asking Lea about her idea of a 'normal' conversation, and the redhead threw back her shot before asnwering the question. She signaled for the bartender to send another round, on her, and then turned back to Bee, tilting her head to the side and giving her a little smile. ”Normally, when two people converse as you and I are, it's typical for one person to say something, usually about themselves or the current situation they've found themselves in, and then the other person responds to that statement. Sometimes, there's even laughing or flirting. Really, it's all very exciting,” Lea said, a little touch of sarcasm to her words, but nothing crazy. She didn't want to piss the woman off, after all. ”Do people not talk to one another anymore? Have I lost touch with the modern era entirely?” The bartender brought their shots, and Lea thanked her, then handed Bee her glass again. ”Forgive me if my taking an interest in you offends, darling – I just want to get to know you.” It was honest, and she'd even slipped a pet name in there. Whoops. The redhead lifted her glass a little, the universal sign for a toast and raised an eyebrow. ”Mm, so what do you say?”
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Post by BEATRICE HAYLEE ASTOR on Aug 2, 2013 13:55:10 GMT
we'll find our way, we'll leave this place [/size][/color] with the little piece of me that's left in you
For the first time in a long while, the fae actually felt something more than mild curiosity for someone. Such curiosity usually did not extend more than her trying to worm her way into the heart of someone so that she could get them into bed with her and then forget about them the next day when they were done. It had never been anything beyond that, a constant cycle of sex and alcohol all the way. Beatrice did take pleasure from them, but it did nothing to help her recover from her depression. The tiny brunette truly had no idea what to do with herself; she was even unable to answer the question as to whether she wanted to recover from it. There almost seemed to be nothing left for her but alcohol and sex, you couldn't have those two when you were dead now could you?
But Lea's persistence in maintaining a conversation with her was...strangely interesting. "Shame," replied Bee. "I like ducks. Well, if I'm too surly for you..." Huge emphasis on the surly there, Beatrice knew her own temperament well these days. She had trailed off at the last part of her sentence, indirectly signifying that Lea was welcome to leave her anytime. Most souls who were looking for a quick, cheap fling would never find that with Beatrice. The brunette, despite liking sex, did have standards, and appreciated those who dared take on the challenge that was her. Tonight's contestant seemed to be Lea, and it would be a shame indeed if the redhead decided to back out. Beatrice wanted to see how far Lea could get into her, perhaps the redhead would be successful in attracting her full attention tonight after all. The faerie loved good challengers.
Beatrice's lips nearly quirked in the beginnings of a rare smile at the Englishwoman's playfulness, but she steeled her heart and controlled herself, maintaining a stormy demeanor. However, it did soften a little, becoming a little less severe than usual. She helped herself to another shot before returning her brown eyes to Lea's grey's ones. "Oh, can you not." grunted Beatrice. "You really do have a weird taste in women." Her eyes flashed with the faintest hint of a twinkle. Two can definitely play at this coquettish game. "I'm surprised at you, I thought you'd have better standards than this." She poked a long finger at herself, tilting her head in mock puzzlement. She was being honest at the same time though, she did not think that she would actually spark the interest of the beautiful barwoman. Her surliness and melancholy was doing a strange job tonight in drawing people to her, and Beatrice was grudgingly admitting to herself that she was somehow enjoying this.
"I'm not a dumb sock!" was her reply at Lea's little explanation about how normal conversations should sound. "I know what a normal conversation is, darnit..." She knew full well that Lea was messing around with her, but she really couldn't help herself. But then again, Beatrice had been dissociating herself with reality, that explanation was almost needed. She rarely conversed properly with anyone anymore, having Lea bring and attempting something like this once again was sending pangs of nostalgia into the faerie. Oh, how she had missed normalcy. "Don't worry, normal people still talk in the modern era." reassured the faerie. "Just not me."
At the redhead's next words, the brunette gave her a long look before shrugging and picking up another shot. She cringed a little at the pet name, but found it oddly flattering too. "Fine," said Bee after a pause, shrugging again and raising her own glass. What harm was there in Lea getting to know her anyway? It wasn't like she was going to start pouring out her life story to the other woman. Or was she? "It's your life." She clinked her glass with Lea's and downed the alcohol, already feeling it kick in. It had taken her longer than usual because of her tolerance, but Beatrice was ready to liven this bar up.
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Post by LEA PAIGE NATHANSON on Aug 4, 2013 6:38:51 GMT
Sometimes, she really was a sucker for those who the world turned their backs on and deemed as a 'lost cause.' But Lea, who had basically devoted her entire life (hell, she sold her soul for it) to bettering humanity and giving people a chance when everyone else turned away from them just couldn't leave this grumpy faerie alone. Night after night, she had gotten to watch the young woman drunk herself into a stupor, chasing whatever kind of pain she was trying to run from, and even though nobody could say the two women were close, it kind of broke Lea's heart. Tonight, she knew she was taking a risk by trying to reach out and have a legitimate conversation, but that was just who she was – she couldn't let Bee think that nobody was on her side. Sometimes comfort, even from a stranger, was better than being alone. There was a chance that the conversation could end terribly, but Lea wasn't easily scared, and surly as the brunette was, Lea rather liked her.
Bee could have shut her down right away – the immortal was kind of expecting it, if she was being perfectly honest – but she didn't, and they got to talking about... well, nothing. Her surly attitude and ducks, but Lea was sarcastic enough to traverse this kind of conversation with somebody who was sarcastic and bitter by nature with relative ease. ”You like ducks? Huh. Learn something new about people every day, I suppose.” It was a small fact, but assuming that it was a true fact, she was already getting somewhere. And right then, the redhead would consider just about any information she got that wasn't a grunt or a string of curse words to be a win. ”Darling, if you were too surly for me, I wouldn't waste my time. Believe it or not, but I like you.” She really did – Lea was pretty honest by nature, and didn't see a point in lying, and she really wouldn't have disturbed the faerie if she wasn't interested. Granted, she wasn't quite sure what she was interested in just yet... definitely not going home with the woman right away, like many of the people she spoke to when she was getting drunk in the immortal's bar. It wasn't even because she didn't find her attractive – she certainly saw many features on Bee that were attractive, appealing, and probably worth exploration, but she wasn't easy... despite her reputation for being willing and up for sexual encounters because of her 'free spirit.' If she went home with Bee, she'd be forgotten, and Lea definitely didn't want that to happen. She didn't want to be just like everyone else that the faerie played with.
The flirting was off to a rocky start, but Lea trudged on, taking the brunette's comments in stride and grinning. Playful was better than mean, so she could work with that, and it seemed – just for a minute – that maybe Bee was interested in her. Intrigued. But that was a very generous assessment. ”I consider my taste in women to be exceptional thank you very much. It's been carefully honed through many years of rather high standards.” Lea wasn't afraid to take chances, and even if the night wouldn't end in sex... this time... she could at least lay some ground work. Maybe it'd be good for the faerie to see that people wanted her for more than her body. Which, her body was nice... but Lea was interested in her mind, too. In cracking that shell that seemed to surround her like a fortress. Lea wanted to see what was inside, and got this feeling that whatever it was would be well-worth the wait. ”But yes, you could put me down as 'interested' in you. I'm a girl who loves a good mystery, darling – and you're chock full of it.”
The Englishwoman laughed heartily when Bee exclaimed that she wasn't a 'dumb sock.' She'd never heard that before, and was being sarcastic when she explained – in excruciating detail – what a normal conversation contained. ”I'd just like us to be on the same page. And perhaps more people would talk to you if you smiled at them. Or acted like they weren't some terrible burden for even taking an interest. Lucky for you, I'm not easily deterred. One might even say I'm relentless when I see something or someone I want.” Yeah, she was flirting, and making no qualms about it. But the permission to continue the conversation was a surprise, and Lea tried not to make it obvious that she was shocked that she hadn't been dismissed. The redhead took a drink and decided that she might as well take the permission and run with it before it got snatched away. ”Well then... let's start small, shall we? I'll ask a question, and then you can ask me whatever you'd like. Back and forth. Easy-peasy.” The redhead drummed slender fingers on the bar for a moment, thinking. She didn't want to scare off the fae, so she picked something mundane. A warm-up. ”What's your favorite color?”
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Post by BEATRICE HAYLEE ASTOR on Sept 3, 2013 17:34:15 GMT
we'll find our way, we'll leave this place [/size][/color] with the little piece of me that's left in you
Despite the fae's boldness and displays of being strong, Beatrice was terrified. Although the past was far behind her, what with losing the two people that she had ever properly loved and her child, she was scared of coming back up again. Scared of rising, and then being pushed back down again, just like life had always done. She had tried indeed, therapy had helped a little before she realized just how cruel and harsh the world could get. Constantly burdened by such depressing thoughts, it was no surprise to anyone that her outlet was alcohol. At least she hadn't turned to outright drug use, so that was a silver lining over there. As unhappy as she was, Bee wasn't stupid. As much as she fancied the thought of dabbling in heroin or jumping off a building, something was keeping her firmly rooted to the earth, a will to continue living. For what exactly, the faerie didn't know, but perhaps she was sticking around to find out. Who knew. Right now, she wasn't looking to drown herself in thoughts of suicide. Lea had her full attention.
She did like ducks. Bee had a soft spot for those quacking, feathery creatures. There was something fascinating about the way they moved, by waddling, and the sounds that they made. It was adorable even, especially to her. A small nod alongside a tiny smirk confirmed to Lea that she liked ducks, but Beatrice wasn't going to offer up anymore details, The redhead was going to have to dig it out of her. Her eyebrows rose when Lea continued. So, the immortal did not mind her and her cranky attitude. Beatrice kept silent, mentally counting the people that she had managed to drive off with her personality. Plenty. She took a sip of her drink, musing. "The likability never extends far. Don't say I didn't warn you."
The brunette nearly spat out her drink. "Exceptional! Hah!" Bee chuckled cynically. Her self-esteem was down in the gutter, rolling around in bitterness. There were so many people out there for the lovely redhead, people that were better than her, more worth talking to. More exciting, more entertaining, and most certainly less grumpy. But the thing was, Lea had chosen her to be interested in. There had to be something about her the Englishwoman saw that she did not, right? The fae was secretly flattered, but her cantankerous expression was leaving no room for nothing else. "I'm not really much of a mystery," Beatrice smiled thinly. "I'm actually quite obvious. Look a bit closer and you'll find out everything." A bit of thinking and the pieces about the fae's life could easily be put together, but when it came to details, well, Lea was going to have to do more than the usual bit of prodding and digging. Bee came with a lot of barricades and baggage, the redhead was in for a long road. And although the brunette would never admit it to anyone, let alone herself, she did want to be found by someone. Someone that could take her out of her misery, and let her learn to love again.
Bee tilted her head. "Let's see how far you can get then before you give up on me." She paused and then slowly added. "I don't have many reasons to smile these days. And honestly speaking, I don't want anyone to be interested." Her eyes flashed. "I have a lot of...problems." The fae downed her drink, shaking her head. Bee had relied and fell back on too many people over the past few years, only to fall on her back and render her unable to get up. Her notorious faerie family wasn't much help, despite them being the big and powerful mofos that they were. "Right...favourite colour hmm?" mused Bee, seeing that Lea wasn't running off just yet. "Red." she replied after a moment, nodding. Definitely red. It reminded her of blood. She liked blood. "Now, it's my turn."
"Men or women?"
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Post by LEA PAIGE NATHANSON on Sept 6, 2013 4:33:04 GMT
Although she didn't swear by it, and didn't get cranky when she lost, Lea had to say that she rather liked the feeling that came from winning or accomplishing something big. Who didn't like winning? And this, getting the faerie who really seemed to hate most everyone in the world along with the world itself, to talk to her? That certainly felt like winning to Lea. The immortal had lived far too long and was way too intelligent to push her luck, naturally, and knew that she'd have to keep taking delicate baby steps throughout the conversation, because it was liable to end at any moment of the brunette's choosing. And once it did, she would have to live with that decision, and respect it, lest she put herself in the position of anyone else who had tried to push Bee into something she didn't wish to do. Lea refused to be one of those people, because she respected the ability for anyone and everyone to have autonomy, independence, make their own decisions for whatever reasons they fancied. The modern world only succeeded because of that ability that was given to... well, most individuals. Not everyone was equal, but humanity had certainly come a long way.
Every little factoid she was given was absorbed like a sponge. Even little things like the brunette's like of ducks, which was an odd little detail to give a stranger, but good as any other. Lea smiled, and continued to comment on the fact that she did like Beatrice. The woman was feisty, morose, but in an interesting way that just made Lea want to see her open up. The immortal seldom had moments where she truly felt special and independently responsible for someone's happiness – directly or indirectly – or like she was some integral piece of someone's life puzzle, but if this woman opened up to her... she wouldn't be able to deny that feeling, and a part of her craved it. She didn't know why she craved such a thing, of course; most people would be challenged by the mere thought of getting Beatrice Astor to open up to them, even about trivial things like enjoying ducks, but she couldn't deny that some part of her, maybe not even so very deep down, had that particular craving, and she couldn't shake it. Even when the brunette tried to steer her away. Intimidated? Not a chance. ”I'll take the warning kindly, love. And I'll watch myself, be careful not to make too many egregious errors, hmm?” Her tone was still teasing, but in a way that denoted some sincerity, because she didn't want to spook the woman. Not at all. Not when she'd actually managed to make some progress.
Bee claimed not to be a mystery, and Lea's reaction to such a claim was almost as volatile as Bee's when she responded to being called exceptional by the redhead. ”Oh Bee, you are most certainly a mystery to most of the population of this planet, but if you would permit me, I think I'd quite enjoy taking a closer look...” The heat in the redhead's tone was obvious, and she had come to terms that even though she refused to become another of the brunette's meaningless flings, there was an attraction. On Lea's part, perhaps – she couldn't say that she knew whether or not Bee was interested, yet. Her aura, of course, spoke to a storm brewing on the horizon. Trepidation. Fear. Nerves. Perhaps a flicker of desire, but that could have easily been caused by the alcohol or whatever she had been doing before she got to the bar. Not enough to give Lea any sort of confidence, which was rare – usually, she was completely confident about damn near everything. Also, she had a little something brewing with Mona, her chef, but she still wasn't sure where that was heading, and she wasn't spoken for to the level that she couldn't flirt with someone else. Hell, even if she was taken, she still flirted. It was harmless, and any partner of hers wouldn't want to change her, anyway, or they'd have no business having her for themselves. That was simply her way of looking at things.
So they began a question game that was sparked, unsurprisingly enough, by a challenge. To see how far Lea could get before she 'gave up.' Hah. She hardly ever gave up on anything she wanted, and there was that damnable craving... ”Everyone has problems, darling. Not a one of us goes through life, or eternity, unscathed. Dealing with the problems, however, or finding someone to aid in such an endeavor, is where the true challenge lies.” Sage advice, which led to their game. Another shot was poured, more alcohol crossed the redhead's lips, and she grinned when the faerie responded that red was her favorite color. ”Red speaks to power, which I'd guess you have a lot of. Probably more than you know.” Then, the woman took her turn, asking Lea a question that wasn't specifically sexual, but could be... and Lea certainly wasn't ashamed of her answer.
”Both. Either. Men have their purpose, and I do enjoy the raw power and strength that masculinity provides me on... certain situations.” She chuckled darkly, licked her lips, and continued. ”If I have to choose? I'd suppose that woman are my preference. Softer, sweeter, more sensual... the way they move, the sounds they make, the challenge of finding a good woman. It's intoxicating.” Her voice was near a purr when she finished, hoping that maybe she'd hooked Bee, just a little. ”Well then, it's back to my turn, and I'm going to be dull and return the question right back to you. Men or women?” Now she had to know. Was she wasting her time, if there was ever more to this than just casual flirting on a very rare occasion? Should she put that craving to rest?
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