drunken dilemma's

[pryatama aphrodite]

Saki couldn't think straight. Not after that near death encounter with her suicidal brother. She was one strong female, but not one to deal with those situations and... well, live. To be blunt, she needed protection. Good thing she had her togu. A scythe at her back was always handy.

She paused at a bus stop. In front of the citys proudest bar with the best tender. And she spoke from expirience...

[Anadwen]

"Then... Then see ya tomorrow!" Arthfael waved to his friends, stumbling out of the bar with a can of beer in his hand, and a wide grin on his lips. "See you, Fael!" one shouted, returning the gesture, and they both went in different ways.

Arthfael searched through his pockets for his wallet and phone while he walked towards the bus stop, but somehow, neither of them were there... A frown appeared on his face. How was he supposed to get back to the motel?

A woman was standing on the bus stop... He approached her, rolling the sleeves of his checked red shirt up, but buttoning it, to hide the black and white T-shirt he wore underneath. His dirty sneakers brushed against the ground, pulling the shoelaces behind. "'Scuse me... Have any spare change for the bus? I'll return..." he groaned, tilting his head aside a little. The fact that he's just raided the bar was more than apparent.

[pryatama aphrodite]

She held an expression of mild curiosity. Left hand stretching the left lapel of her black long sleeved jacket to the front of her body in reprocation for a gust of wind. A light drizzle dampened her silver hair to a messy gold. Entangled as the wind picked up, and blew it carelessy across her face. "Yes. Here," she said quietly upon fishing through her pockets and retreiving a couple silver coins.

"All out of bus tickets..." her small hands disappeared into the caverns of her faded jean pockets. Attumm iris' s alight with a blueish glow as a car sped by. Passing her outstretched hand, and jutted thumb.

[Anadwen]

Arthfael gave her a nod, slipping the coins into the deep pocket of his own washed jeans. "Thanks, man." he grumbled, and took a few steps back to sit down onto the bench behind himself.

The bus came soon, and he was forced to stand up and get onto it. However, his mind had a blank when asking for a ticket... His opened hand stopped in mid-air, handing the driver money for a ticket, but for the love of God, he couldn't remember where the motel was!

He simply gave the driver an awkward stare of his oddly colored eyes.

[pryatama aphrodite]

The arrival of the bus drew the young one back three steps to ensure a steady entry for the drunken bystander. However, its path was delayed and it drew her interests to its very door, where the male stood in a staring contests with the driver. Both of them with hands outsrtetched. "Uhm, its time to give him the money for your ticket," she quietly chimed. "So the busdriver can... drive again?"

[Anadwen]

"I dunno... Which stop's mine." Arthfael sighed, and gave the money to the driver in exchange for a random stop, which he considered closest to the motel he was staying at.

He came to the closest empty seat and dropped down onto it, crossing his legs, and blankly staring in front of him. His mind was a mess... But hey, at least he had some fun.

[pryatama aphrodite]

She waved the request for her entry on the bus, and watched the doors swing shut, and the motor push it into motion. For kicks and comfort, her eyes lit up in a ghostly gold as the vehicle sped away, looking through the outer layer and pressing onto the ignition with her mind. The driver looked confused as the ride increased in speed a bit, and she smiled. Pulling her line of sight from the view, and heading down inthe opposite direction.

The rain poured harder and harder with every step made, and she begun to wonder how much her black leather jacket could take.