Oh lovely, the cold.

[Rhindeer]

[Yay posts while under the influence of loopy sickness! XDDD]

Niaaki gave Audun a wry smile at his comment. Heh, try telling that to Yuuki. The day Yuuki was cautious and wise would be the day he grew body mass and facial hair. Which...uh...now that Niaaki thought about it, would be kind of scary, because then instead of just looking feminine, he'd look like a poorly done drag queen or something. He gave a little wince at the thought, and took the offered fur gratefully and wrapped it around his shoulders while resisting the sudden urge to just hide in it or something. Well...no one had called him "Lady Niaaki" or anything like that yet, so that had to be a good sign! Unless Yuuki had told them all that he was a guy while he was out.

"He will insist tonight...and probably regret it tomorrow," Niaaki commented as he followed after the group outside, knowing all too well that one drink hardly ever did it for his friend. He still couldn't figure out what the appeal of getting intoxicated was. Hangovers were not fun. But Niaaki wouldn't say anything! Because Yuuki was all pumped with testosterone and Niaaki didn't want to emasculate him by reminding him to watch his liquor. Yuuki was a big boy. If he was man enough to drink himself blind, he was also man enough to deal with the vomiting and light sensitivity and splitting headache the next day, right?

Not like he would listen, anyway.

And meanshile, Niaaki would just watch him like a hawk to make sure he didn't do anything...life-threatening.

Niaaki was relieved when he finally entered the warmth of the pub, though he instantly saw what Gabrie meant. All manner of drunken derelicts congregated here, mainly pumped up, wasted men, but there were a few women with far too much make-up on and saggy breasts hanging out of their tops, who looked equally inebriated. Eww. Wrinkling his nose slightly, he also hung up his fur and tucked Butch under his arm, feeling suddenly very, very awkward. But, hey, that was a feeling he was used to, and as long as no old icky men hit on him and mistook him for a woman, he was fine! Food would be a bonus.

Spotting Yuuki--who was already up at the bar and started on his first beer, unsurprisingly--Niaaki started out towards him to join him, but froze in mid-step when his eyes fell on who--or what--Yuuki was sitting next to: a man with a mass of wild hair that that was taller than even Yuuki by a good foot or so. And Yuuki was damned tall. He also happened to walk in right as the strange, big, hairy, scary man was finishing up an apparent ramble and just caught the tail end of his statement, something about flipping off UFOs and not finding a bastard yeti. Um...on second thought...

Scratch that part about sitting next to Yuuki. Yuuki always managed to find and attract the strangest of people...not including himself, of course. He'd just...let Yuuki carry on that riveting conversation for now.

Clearing his throat and bowing his head, he instead turned on his heel and headed down to the opposite end of the bar, a safe distance away from Yuuki and the thing that looked like he could crush a full-grown man's skull with his hands alone. There he waited patiently for the barkeep to finish up serving the people over at the other end, hoping that this place carried something edible.  He wasn't too crazy about alcohol and right now he just wanted something solid and, well...food. Didn't matter what at this point, because he was starving, and beggars couldn't be choosers.

Finally the barkeep made his way over to where Niaaki was waiting. "Hello! And what'll it be for the lovely lady?" the man greeted jovially.

Dammit.

Niaaki felt his right eye twitch and he opened his mouth to hastily correct the misconception, but what the barkeep said next froze the words in his throat. "You know, I think I know the perfect thing for you. Here, try this. It's a newer wine, popular with the ladies; haven't tried it myself yet, but they say it tastes sorta like strawberries. Go on, don't worry, it's on the house."

...Dammit. He just had to go and do that, didn't he?

If there was one thing Niaaki couldn't resist, it was stuff that was free. So, instead of moodily informing the man that, indeed...he was also a male, he instead turned his growing expression of horror and embarassment into a charming smile. Free drinks? Free food, possibly, if he played his cards right?

...He could bite the bullet and swallow his pride for a little while...

"Why, thank you, sir," he said, allowing his voice to soften and lowering his eyelids a little like he saw some women do when they were pretending to be shy. Which, for some reason, guys tended to eat up.

He hated doing this. He really, really did. But he liked not having to pay for stuff even more.

And he'd come to regret not correcting this guy, later, probably. Because, well...there were also other guys around. But right now he wasn't thinking about that. Nah. Right now, he was going to enjoy his free wine and see just what he'd have to do to score free food. Barring some very obvious things.

[Anonymous]

It was a gamble and she knew, just knew she'd regret not taking a parka later, but she dashed after the group. More out of a sadistic curiousity and amusement seeking purposes then anything. After all, who wanted to miss watching drunk people? And she figured that if anything bad happened she'd just run like fucking hell. Like she'd risk her scrawny little ass. Fat chance. Besides that, she listened and lagged behind, sliding into the bar and grimancing. Her take on the entire scene wasn't much better then Niaaki's, only she was tempted to gag and make a display about how much she disproved of the.. ickiness. But that wouldn't lead anywhere good. And she was always debating about leaving her jacket behind. She stared at the rack for a good, long time, like she was holding some deep, enchanting conversation with it. Except she wasn't and just couldn't figure out if she wanted to leave it or not. Grudgingly she hung up her jacket and her eyes went to the bar.

"What the fuck is that thing?" she mumbled to herself, staring at Gordon or that mountain of something that fell off a mountain.

Now. Where was she going to go? She trailed around the room, not really doing anything until she lingered around Niaaki's table, eavesdropping on the barkeep and Niaaki's conversation. A hand was pressed to her mouth, her auburn eyes sparkling with amusement. Really. Who wouldn't do anything for a free drink? But... still... It's just a wee bit funny. A guy with a doll. A very feminine guy with a doll. Getting free drinks because they thought he was a girl. Teehee.

When the barkeep went away and she slid into a chair, the farthest from Niaaki but she burst into a fit of giggles as soon as she did.

"So, Miss, how are you feeling?" It was more than obvious that she knew he wasn't a miss.

Keir already found her attention twisted back to the mountain of thing at the bar beside Yuuki, her eyes narrowed as she tried to figure out what it was. Did it have a species? Was it human? What the HELL? Her head tilted, slowly falling to the side before she jerked her shoulder, trying to rid herself of her own curiousity, but only really aggitating it. She slid her eyes back to Niaaki, brows raised slightly. But what she was questioning was unclear.

"What the hell is that?" She finally asked him, jerking her thumb to the bar.

She also wanted to ask why he carried a doll and how did he manage to look so feminine and yet have, er, uhm, extentions? And be flat chested all at the same time. She had to bite her lip to hold back a whole new series of giggles, even as her eyes were passing over the crowd in the bar again, stiffening. Alot of drunk people. ALOT. But it was warm and she could get food. Or did she still have some food left over? Did she have money? She pondered it and looked at her waist with a worn belt and two pouches. Oops?

After checking around the room for the barkeep again, and any listening ears she said, "You're very good at being a girl."

Which only led to a series of other questions about Niaaki... And Yuuki, too, for that matter. And that girl Atachii? And everyone else. Wait.... this was confusing. Who was who again?

[Anonymous]

Audun sighed; he carried a general distaste for drunkards and the like, their behavior often leading to violence or disease he had often found himself treating in larger cities, easily avoidable.  Excessive drunkeness in the arctic could prove exceptionally fatal, however, and natives rarely stuck to it, save for those few disaffected youths who saw no other way to drown their desire for the outside world and lament a traditional life.  Yuuki's eagerness colored Audun's opinion of him slightly, and he found himself wavering on the edge of concern for Niaaki, who seemed a more delicate sort, and wondered after the nature of their relationship.

At length Audun decided to sit with Niaaki, tried to hide a smile when the attendant referred to him as a lady, and neglected to order anything.  Instead he turned his attention to Keir, whom he felt guilty for neglecting, but it seemed this group moved quickly, nearly at random.  He waited for Niaaki's response to her questions, then partially in an attempt to divert any outrage or ire, politely said, "Miss, I didn't catch your name."

[Anonymous]

((Maaan that took forever! There was only Small wonder post when I started o.O. 3am positng ftw! I'm going to bed now.))

The door sent a chill wind through the stuffy bar causing most to turn and glare at the one or ones who dared remind them from their bliss drunkenness that they were stuck in some remote village in the middle of a frozen wasteland with nothing but snow and forest as far as the eye could see. Or maybe that was only what Jacob thought?
But despite what he thought, he didn’t send a glare their way as he didn’t even look at who walked through the door, hell he couldn’t care less. It was bound to be more hairy, smelly men or equally hairy, smelly women or worse the women who thought they looked pretty and hung out their breasts (he was being generous by calling them breasts for surely they were anything but) in tight fitting cloth and plastered their faces with what could only be described as bird shit, and a lot of it. He supposed it was meant to be makeup; man what could they be hiding under all that paste? He had shuddered in thought and decided in never wanted to see one of those whores without ‘makeup’. Ever.
He had to be fair though, not all the women in this iced up hellhole were ugly, or whores. A select few still held on to their feminine beauty and standards with ease, he had eyed them up a few times but never hit on them, as they weren’t his type. Jacob was a fussy man when it came to women, he liked natural beauty and personality helped, but they also had to feel right. Not in a groping kind of way (but it does help), but just a sense that she could be the one.

At the moment the slender man was in the far corner of the poorly lit bar gazing into what was left of his booze, trying to decide if this was his eighth or twelfth pint, he wasn’t practically tall, or muscled. He was in fact the type of guy you would give a once over and be on your way without a second thought.
He had stringy orange hair that was slumped on his head; it looked as though it had been half-heartedly cropped a moon or so ago, but has now left to grow wildly and very slowly edging its way to his shoulders, but not before taking a few wrong turns that gave the appearance of ‘scruffy-looking’ and made it hang its head in shame. On second thoughts, compared to Gordon, Jacob had hair of an angel that had been to the parlour that very minute to have ‘the works’ done and not even the wind had made a presence to blow it out of place, so he would gladly take second place instead.
 
His face was just as bad, as a ginger beard had been left to sprout. It was still young and lacked that large bird’s nest-and-everything-eaten-since-last-washed display that was commonly sported by the senior beard growers of this era, although it seemed he was trying his hardest to compete.
His clothes wasn’t that remarkable either, a grubby blue shirt with a large muddy paw print on the front (damn sled dogs) that looked like it was handed down a few times, his trousers looked almost new, only a threat that a hole would be made on the knee was evident, but looked warm enough for the weather outside.
His boots were new and thick and comfy, a needed combination in the artic, and were like most of the other boots people wore here, so nothing remarkable there either.
Jacob looked late twenties and if he shaved that ginger ferret off of his face he’d probably look younger.

Jacob heard the barkeep greet a ‘lovely lady,’ from the depth of his important musings, but didn’t look up even in curiosity when ‘she’ was offered a new type of girly drink, then a heavenly voice rang softly out from the constant drone of the bar, so pure and tantalising that made his ears twitch, head shot up to lay eyes on one whom uttered the chimes of an angel.
He didn’t need to search far, for ‘she’ was only sitting at the actual bar, only a few strides away. His heart leaped at the sight of such radiant beauty, stunned that it could possible exist in such a desolated icebox.  And she was alone. He’d better make his move before some other creep pounced. Not that he was a creep, nor would he pounce… ah sod it he was going in.

Jacob stood up, swayed a bit but was reassured he wasn’t drunk enough to fall over like some drunken bastard trying to hit it off with some hot chick…wait scratch that bit, he almost fell over a chair as he made his pearliest way towards the women of his dreams and somehow managed to stagger to the bar next to her without looking a fool (in his opinion, mind).
His breath was heavy with the foul stench of the local beverage that had clung to the claim of alcohol, in actual fact it was fouler and more potent than the worse offenders that could ever be served in a brewery, only the Gods knew why it hadn’t killed anyone from their first chug yet.
In the short seconds of beer goggling Niaaka, Jacob had managed to sober up a little and tried to act gentlemanly-like. Women liked that sort of thing, he guessed.

“Why hello, let me buy you a drink.� He slurred, and ignored that little thing such as personal space that everyone took for granted (And not to mention the two companions Niaaki had managed to acquire during Jacob’s short walk towards ‘her’).

 What took most by surprise was when he met someone; underneath that hobo appearance (and breath and manners and-) he had a liquid smooth voice that if he had bothered to groom himself properly and took the effort to bathe he would indeed be quite the charmer. Maybe not by what he said or how he said it, but the implications was there. He had one of those voices that would draw you into a conversation, he sounded sincere and kind and it wasn’t an act either. It was natural. Well some people had looks, others had skill and he had his voice.

Sad really, but there you go.

[Anonymous]

OOC: Omg. *beats her exams to a pulp* Sorry everyone o.O; Bad Fennel. Bad Bad.

BIC:
Gabrie had followed into the tavern, and quickly proceeded to keep the others between herself and, well, everyone else in the tavern. She did not -really- like this place much. There was the matter of, uh, attention, of a kind that she really, really disliked. Because of that, she kept the fur loosely around herself, not tight enough that it would get -too- hot, but enough that it obscured her body. She knew she was not exactly an extremely beautiful woman, but better hide what was there than, well...some drunkard hitting on her. Luckily, most people of the village considered her as some sort of odd foreign priestess, so they usually left her alone, anyway, but not all were that polite. Take the drunkard who was hitting on Niaaka at the moment for example. Definitely a creep, and - a thought that shamed her - she was glad he was hitting on Niaaka, and not Gabrie.

Sighing, she ordered water, and turned towards the drunkard. She was about to speak up when, well...what was she to say? She had no authority to tell Niaaka what to do, after all. Slightly flushing due to embarassment, she looked to the side.  What could she have said? She really did not like situations like this.
Oh well. But she should say something.

"Uhm, Kind sir" she finally spoke up, trying to get the drunken man's attention "Please refrain from acting in this undignified manner...these people just went through a lot, including a healing - it would be most appreciated if you would not put pressure on this one here like this..."

And well, then she was at a loss of how to continue. Way to go, Gabrie, you just embarassed yourself in a public tavern.

OOC: Still slightly unimaginative, but oh well. Something to maybe get this thread moving again

[Anonymous]

The warmth in the pub was definitely welcome after the cold she had grown accustomed to over the span of the day. The chill had settled in her bones and Atachii found the atmosphere in the room almost dizzying in its passive, encompassing state, wrapping itself around her and filling her head with amiable ideas. The cold expression that had made her features its home through the previous events slowly melted away with each drink she ordered from the bar, letting the alcohol sift through her body and letting the colour tinge her cheeks with the inebriated warmth only tender alcohol could provide.

Letting her fingers rest around her newfound friend, the glass she now considered to be hers’ and was not all too willing to part with, she leaned back in her chair, letting her spare arm rest in her lap. Their group had managed to find their way to the bar, well most of them anyway, situated around the bartender whom Atachii would intermittently bother for yet another glass of beer. She knew she should stop. Hell, she should have stopped three or four servings ago. But that little voice that was supposed to be telling her these things was being conveniently drowned, washed away by amber foam and hearty patronage.

She sat alone at her table, content to watch Niaaki flattered by the bartender and the most drunken person that seemed to be wandering around the obstacle course of tables, chairs and bodies, most of which were having some problems themselves in scaling the course. To her surprise, or maybe not, Niaaki accepted the drink that was ‘popular with the ladies’. Perhaps being outwardly extremely feminine came in handy sometimes. Free drinks, which probably tasted better than the ones she had been downing, and the prospect of free food. Free everything! Maybe Atachii should work on her people skills.

Looking down at her glass, half full and smiling back at her, a sigh pressed through her wet lips.

‘This has been quite a day, my friend,’ she began. ‘First I freeze my ass off in the middle of the arctic, not to mention bruise it rather well. Okay, maybe not so many bruises as much as hurting like hell.’

She paused for a moment to look up, scanning the people that were milling around the tables, moving like waves through the mass congregations that seemed to form around the bar, the dart board and the fireplace. Lucid smiles and uproarious laughter rose and fell in volume, blocking off all but the nearest conversation and filling the atmosphere with perhaps a mock sense of safety. Prying her eyes from the crowds around her, she looked back at the glass, her eyes reflecting a sickly colour in the liquid.

“And, then, there’s all these people, although I can’t really say anything bad about any of them. They’re just as strange as me. Well, it was very nice to know you, my friend.�

Picking up the glass, she downed the last of the drink, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth as she finished and looking up towards the rest of her group situated at the bar. Feeling rather lonely, Atachii stood from the table, surprisingly stable, and made her way over, glass in hand. Plunking it down where she leaned over the edge of the bar, she caught the tail end of a budding conversation between Yuuki and the giant boulder. Her features twisted in confusion, which turned into a sly smile. Looking up at the mountainous being beside her, she tapped it nonchalantly on the shoulder.

“This yeti… His name wouldn’t happen to be Abominable would it?� It was only seconds after the words had slipped from her mouth that she immediately turned her gaze to the bar. The alcohol was really starting to kick in. She cursed the glass and shot it a piercing glare, pushing it out of her line of vision off to some obscure corner of the bar where it would be swept away by an inebriated barmaid.

“Hehe, sorry about that, uh… Sir� she smiled.

Atachii hoisted herself up onto a conveniently nearby stool, facing outward toward the rest of the crowd, her elbows resting on the counter behind her. She was getting rather bored, and who knew what that could lead to in this state.

[Anonymous]

((OOC: We’ll pretend that my lack of writing skill is Yuukis fault because he’s drunk… <.< Have fun readin’ this one *snort* ))

You… Ef… Oh? Yuuki of course didn’t know what the hell that was so he just smiled and nodded as the big mammoth of a creature went on about his/her/its story about a Yeti. For a fleeting moment Yuuki was tempted to ask if the Yeti was hot, not hot as in ‘cooking’ but hot as in ‘attractive’ because anything with that much fur would be ‘cooking’ hot… Another drink of his… drink, and his blue eyes drifted off to Niaaki who was conversing with the rest of the group, poor Niaaki, all alone over there with all those people. This was his fourth glass of ‘flavoured water’, and the bubbly mixture was getting to his-HOLY CRAP IT MOVES <I>The bubbles moved</I>… Lowering his head to look at the amber mixture, he blinked owlishly at it and grinned rather stupidly.

�Ooo, Ni! Look! It <I>bubbles</I>! Hee!�

This was addressed to Niaaki who was drinking his white wine or whatever… But Yuuki wasn’t really looking at Niaaki anyway, or noticing that the group wasn’t all one mass blob of people with about five different heads. As the furry rock was getting sat beside a pretty girl, whom Yuuki remembered her name to be Atachii, she had a drink glass that was empty. Aww… No bubbles. Yuuki smiled at her and then drank the rest of his own bubbly stuff that was slowly making him more stupid that before hand, which was probably very amazing since it was very unlikely for that to be possible. Yuuki getting any more stupid at least…

�I always thought adominable ( For the record, that was on purpose XP) was the snowman who was always cold or… mean… or…� In a spur of the moment Yuuki jumped out of his seat and snapped his fingers while looking at Gordon. “I know! You’re the yeti and you stole your own cow! I am so smart!�

…Who was Stan? Was he Stan? Well, the Yeti had called him Stan… It could be his new name! Yuuki the Stan! … What was a Stan…? So, Yuuki stood there for nearly a minute just thinking while his finger was still pointed up, Niaaki was getting hit on by the red-headed werewolf, and the bartender refilled his drink while giving him odd looks… Of course he got many odd looks when he had said ‘I am so smart!’ because even the very drunk people at the bar wouldn’t have believed that. Yuuki was such a liar. Once more, Yuuki sat down on his stool, took a drink of his ‘water’, which now looked like bubbling pee to him, and he turned back towards the Furry Yeti Rock and stared for another minute.

�What’s a U.F.O...? And.. You!� Yuuki looked towards Atachii and pointed past The Furry U.F.O Fingering Yeti Rock towards the pretty vision that looked like a pink blob with nice hair. “…Are you always so… Wriggly?�

Yes, Yuukis sad attempt at a pick up line… It was actually better than the ones when he was sober, sad, but true. Which is why everyone loves him but Atachii.

[Anonymous]

Out of the corner of her eye, Gordon caught a brief flicker of movement, accompanied by footsteps and that funny “ahem� sound people make for no reason she can find. She took a break from staring at the wall and directed her eyes sideward to be met with the sight of the most out-of-place person in the bar walking in the opposite direction from her and watched in fascination and not a speck of surprise as every male in the building looked with her, and once Gordon got a clear shot of the person’s face, she could see why. Not that she thought it was a girl too or anything; she usually resorted to checking for chest bumps first when she wanted an answer to that question, and this thing had none, leading her to believe it was a male, but everybody just kept shooting it seedy ‘I’m going to choke you with my ‘pigskin’, you dirty dead minx’ looks in spite of the obvious lack of… you know, thingies, which can only mean that all the men in the bar are either gay, blind or child molesters. Hell, one of them just jumped it the instant it sat down and offered to buy it a drink in that bizarre foreign language that seems to be most common in and around taverns. Dear god, it sucks to be a woman. It’s scenes like this that make Gordon glad her face is about as pretty as a pile of coal, or perhaps Bubba.

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a woman in robes trying to ward off the guy who was hitting on the stranger, another robed figure sitting beside it and a young woman across the room from it that was apparently speaking to it. Good, it had friends. At least there’s that. Hopefully they have tragic enough pasts to know that they should keep a close eye on the it to make sure it doesn’t get kidnapped, drugged up and seduced by some pervy sailor guy. She hadn’t noticed that the girl across the room was staring at her in a “WTF� manner or that she was asking the feminine stranger if it didn’t know what she was supposed to be either, as the ordeal taking place between the it, the guy hitting on the it and the woman protecting the it was far too amusing to take her eyes off of.

A sudden tap on the shoulder from behind set off that part of Gordon’s brain that developed during her first few months living with ex-convicts and caused her arms to tense and the right one to prepare to swing backwards and jab whatever is supposedly about to hit her in the stomach, but fortunately for Atachii, the metallic clink of the three-year-old handcuffs attached to her left wrist colliding with the bar snapped her out of it and reminded her that considering her location and all the people within witnessing range, whatever is behind her probably has at least semi-friendly intentions. The question itâ€"she, ratherâ€"asked didn’t really prove or disprove her theory, but that might just have been because she had no idea what the hell that lady was talking about, as she’d never heard the story of the Abominable Snowman, but she was drunk enough that she decided to answer it with something vaguely relevant anyways.

“I don’t know,� she began, turning to face the general direction of stranger lady. “It might have been, but maybe it wasn’t. Maybe its name was Ling-Ling, or Smoochy, or Esmerelda. I bet it liked reading stories about mermaids and doing its hair. And shopping, that too. What were we talking about again?� It became quite clear that she was even more inebriated than when she told the first story. She didn’t even notice that the woman had called her a “Sir�, but that was also because she’d gotten so used to hearing it. “Sorry about what? Oh. Yeah, just try not to surprise me like that again. I have ninja reflexes and they’ll, like, totally kill your face or something like that if you aren’t careful.� She got an urge to flash the woman a cheesy I’m-so-awesome grin and flex her arms for no reason, but she was just conscious enough to repress it, and instead rested her left arm on the bar and turned her attention to the handcuffs. Those things are still there? What the hell? It’s been three years. Shouldn’t they have fallen off out of the good of their souls by now? Gordon shot them the nastiest glare she could muster in an attempt to get them to magically unlock using the power of her mind, but she was again interrupted by Yuuki.

Yuuki stunned her when he snapped his fingers and she entered a strange trance-like state, her eyes wide open and her lips slightly parted, and once he finished his sentence, she shut her eyes tightly and then blinked and gazed at him in utter amazement. “Holy crap. That just blew my mind so hard, I can’t even FEEL my mind anymore. In fact, I just came up with the best idea ever. Do you have any sunglasses? Because if you do I’m going to have to ask you to turn them over in the name of taking turns wearing them and giggling our hammered asses off about it.�

(...Do sunglasses even exist in SotE? Also, forgive me if I got anything wrong, 'cause I didn't want to have to reread the entire thing and instead just sort of skimmed whenever I was worried that I messed up.)
(EDIT: BLARG I DID MESS UP! DX I forgot to have her answer the UFO question. Oh well. Let's just pretend she was too busy trying to will a pair of sunglasses into existence to hear him, "or something like that".)

[Rhindeer]

[ooc: Sunglasses...well, we've had odder things appear in SotE! XDD I don't see why not, hehehe! Especially since some places are more advanced than others!]

Niaaki knew good and well that he was being laughed at. Keir was not doing a very good job concealing her giggles, and when she called him a "miss" and asked how he was doing, he very nearly choked on his wine, because of course she had to say that right as he was taking a sip. Luckily, he managed to swallow it just before he could further embarrass himself, because wine coming out his nose wouldn't have made the best impression--nor did he imagine it would feel very good--and as much as he hated it, he didn't want to turn the barkeep off...because he was paying! So, so long as he went along with this damned "act like a girl" deal, he could probably score more freebies. And it wasn't like he'd agreed that he was a girl! He'd never stated his gender! He hadn't said anything at all! So hah!

And, really, free or not free, Niaaki literally couldn't afford to spend any money here.

...Because he didn't have any money to begin with. Those damned drow had taken everything from he and Yuuki when they'd been captured save the clothes on their backs and his doll. Which, of course, included their money.

Which also brought up a very interesting question, he realized. Like how Yuuki was going to pay for the drinks he was downing...

Well...ahem. Guess they'd just deal with that issue when it came up.

"Much better, thank you," Niaaki told Keir, somehow managing a coy smile when he really just wanted to give her a warning look. Because the last thing he needed right now was for her to accidentally give away the fact that, nope, he was a guy. Which...well, truth be told, he was kind of surprised no one else had figured that out. Because of, you know, the lack of chest extensions. And because he was wearing loose male breeches that were decorated with belts. Wasn't like he was dressed girly.

He followed her finger as she jabbed back toward the other side of the bar, where Yuuki sat downing his drink and that...thing...sat beside him. Niaaki grimaced a little and shook his head. He was just as lost as Keir as to that thing's species or anything, really, and he was also slightly concerned that Yuuki should sit so close to it. It might decide to eat him. You never knew... "A...bear of some sort?" he guessed, tilting his head slightly as though a different angle would help him figure it out, and then righting himself when he realized he was starting to lean just a bit more than necessary. Whoa. He glanced down at his wine glass and realized it was empty, then sighed. Really, that much shouldn't be having an effect on him, but...drinking on an empty stomach probably wasn't the best thing he could do. And he was starving, still, and still a little out of it from his ordeal, so that probably contributed to that. Drinking something did take the edge off his hunger a little, though.

Niaaki was still looking at his wine glass when Keir spoke up, and he very nearly died right there, partly from fear that someone else should hear her, and partly just from...well...should he take that as a compliment or what?

He decided to do just that, as soon as he calmed himself and realized that no one else had heard her. "I try my best," he told her with a sly grin, even going so far as to cross one leg over the other and fluff his hair with his free hand--which was something he would normally never, ever, ever do, but he was feeling kind of giddy. "I am always open to pointers from the real deal, though."

And then Yuuki suddenly called out to him gleefully. Niaaki twisted in his seat...and just barely refrained from palming his forehead. Yuuki was staring, fascinated, at his beer, looking like quite the drunken idiot.

"Ah-huh...yes, Yuu...it bubbles," he said slowly, nodding and smiling, then snickering a little. Hehe. Bubbles. That was a funny word.

Ahem!

Tucking Butch under his arm and placing his palms flat on the table, Niaaki started to get to his feet. "I think you may have gone over your limit, Yuu..." he added, deciding to take it upon himself to haul his friend out of there and to bed or something. Even if it meant braving that big...mountain...thing. Yuuki just didn't know when to stop. Honestly, Niaaki didn't see what was so hard about it. He was already feeling a little off after one glass, so that was it for him! See? He knew when to stop! And truth be told, Yuuki was foolish enough sober, and Niaaki couldn't help but be concerned for his friend who was both wasted and seated next to a guy that could pop his head off with his thumb and index finger alone. Hey, Yuuki acted like his personal body guard, but that didn't mean he also didn't look out for Yuuki in his own way.

He had only managed to get to his feet and turn, though, when his path was blocked by a red-haired man that didn't know the meaning of the word "personal bubble" and who reeked of alcohol. Niaaki gasped in surprise and bumped back against the table and quickly held onto the edge to steady it before it could shake too much and knock stuff over. "Oh...um..." He became suddenly aware that he was leaning backwards away from the man, partly to escape his breath and partly because he was uncomfortable. Dear Gods. Not only the barkeep now, but now a drunkard was hitting on him! His eyes flickered down to his own chest. Was he really that androgynous?

He leaned slightly to the left in order to see around the man, just in time to see Yuuki leap from his seat and strike a pose. While announcing to the whole bar that he was "so smart". Hoo boy. It was too late for him...and he doubted he was going to be happy in the morning.

Niaaki finally turned his attention back to the man. Yuuki could wait a little longer. This drunk guy was offering to buy stuff! His stomach growled...he really shouldn't drink anymore and he knew it, but he didn't want to push his luck. You had to take what was offered first, then work your way toward making suggestions and hinting! That was what Niaaki had learned! "Thank you, I would love that." Hopefully that would also make the guy back off a little.

He did have to grin, though, at Gabrie's mini-lecture, and he wanted to alternately thank her for saving him and tell her to hush, because he was getting lucky here!

Just...not in that way, pervs.

[I think I covered everthing that needed to be covered. XD]

[Anonymous]

Keir, half taken by surprise, and half suspicion, eyed Audun. It was possibly he was a demon too. Wait, wait, and wait. Maybe this wasn't an illusion and actually real. She could consider those options and decided she'd say her name again. But she refused to be other than herself; which wasn't very nice. Thus, her auburn eyes were turned on him, flat and yet holding an undeniable smidgen of curiosity. She couldn't help it - she swore on her Be-damned Mother's Whoring Grave.

"Keir," she said, trying to keep her voice from turning short, but it didn't help too much, but at least she showed an effort to be somewhat decent.

"You're, uh, Hmm..." She said, staring at Audun for a few blank moments before giving a slight grin.

"Audun," she finally said with some pride for ‘remembering’ it.

But, you see, she wasn't the one who actually remembered Audun's name. She really couldn't give a flying rat's ass about his name, but thank the nonexistent Lord that those dumbass feather-brained red-eyed bastards supplied it. Good thing they pay attention. So, he was Audun. That... girly-man was, what.... Niaaki, the one sitting by that great giant of OhMyGod-Who-Knows-What was....... She looked at her hands, studying their roughness. Yuuki, then that girl was Atachii. And who was that priestess woman with the fur who was going to sweat her ass off? She was the same woman who tried to help Niaaki.

She was particularly floored when he decided to make himself even more feminine then he already was. She bit her lower lip, giggling and shook her at him. Her? Give pointers? Bah! She wasn't even a woman. But she DID know some things. Damn her mother.

"If you're really desperate, use some make-up.. very light to accentuate your eyes. Even something for your lips. You could flirt, too... But I think your pouty looks is enough to make these guys happy. You don't even have these," she said, thumping a hand to her chest pointedly.

There was no way she was going to grab herself. Not with these weird-fucks around her. Not the gang, but the drunks. Drunks = bad. Usually. Then... Niaaki was getting hit on. Second time tonight. He was really good at attracting guys like scavengers to carrion.

Too bad she didn't know Niaaki that well. She might've actually tried to help. Except that she had placed her arms on the table, buried her face in them to muffle a bunch of giggles, peeking out to see what would happen next. Too bad then the woman tried to be helpful. This could get exceedingly amusing. Of course, it was at poor Niaaki's expense.  But it wasn't her's, so really, it was hilarious!

Gabrie.

That was it. Right?

[Anonymous]

Lebidai struck her brother harshly over the head as she caught him oogling a young woman in the back of the bar. He was such a problem when it came to -well- any attractive person considering he had no issue with males either. Grasping his pointed ear she twisted him around so he was facing her, her eyes meeting his through thin glasses.

"Awww, Lebby, you just ruined it for me." Thebura said with a sigh.

Rolling her eyes the demon led him towards the bar where she noted a large gathering of people. Naturally she wasn't one to stare, like her brother, but they were kind of amusing. Arching an eyebrow which could barely be seen under her shaggy white bangs, Lebby tried to tune in on their conversation -having forgotten all about her brother.

The half-wit was casually making his way towards the group, having singled out a girl at a table with what looked to be a woman -but he couldn't be sure of that since she/he was a bit...off balanced. Idiot!, she thought. Stalking after him Lebidai realized it was too late when her brother was bent over the table, that flirty smirk on his face, and lips moving.

She had to give it to him, he wasn't bad looking with almost perfect features. Guess that's what you get for being born in the womb with me, Lebby thought -sarcasm totally evident.

"Well hello there ^^ Who may you lovely ladies be?" Lebby heard Theb ask. Great... Deciding to let it play out she sat down in a chair not too far off and sighed, adjusting her glasses while keeping an eye on her twin.

[Anonymous]

((Audun’s been wearing what are essentially sunglasses the entire time and it never occurred to me to ask… eh!  Should I have?))

The sudden inundation of suitors to Niaaki’s table alarmed Audun.  Admittedly, it might’ve taken him a while to puzzle out Niaaki’s sex, but was it really so difficult?  Audun decided, after this newest approach, that it must instead be his practiced physician’s eye.  For goodness’ sake, the boy wore moderately androgynous clothing as well, but he had no breasts.  Was the world truly full of pedophiles?  In all the confusion and concern he nearly missed Keir’s response; she seemed to dismiss him, however.

He glanced to Gabrie, expecting her to be uncomfortable with the outlandish situation, tried to offer as reassuring a look as he could manage with the glasses in the way.  Then he turned to face Niaaki, waited until he caught the boy’s glance, tried to subtly mouth, “If you need an escape, I can help,â€? but didn’t expect it to be caught in the commotion.  Niaaki seemed experienced at playing this sort of situation like a game.

Eventually, Audun gave up.  He had offered admonitions after their safety before leaving the tent, and what they did while here was none of his business.

[Anonymous]

Jacob managed to drag his blood shot hazel eyes away Niaaki to the lady who were talking to him, she needn’t raise her voice, he could hear a pin drop in this nosy, busy bar, of course in his state he may have needed to know that a pin was being dropped before he could listen for it or he may not notice it. So guess she did need to raise her voice after all. Hmm.
Pulling out a hanky he tried to blow his nose, but it was still blocked, perhaps a blessing in disguise considering where he was? Although he wished he could take in the scent of the heavenly figure that blessed her presence with him. He stuffed it back into his pocket and returned his mind to the conversation at hand.

“Undigy-ney-fyed manner?� He leaned closer to Gabrie, why was everyone blurry? Can’t they focus themselves? Boy and he thought he was tipsy at least he could keep in focus. Maybe not his hand, stupid thing, but at least he wasn’t blurry, ‘cept his hand…
“I asure you miss I will not pressures anyone into nothing. Healing takes along time, it’s always bestest to take things slow, like.� He turned to Niaaki his hands up showing him he was ok, “Tell me to go now, if you like I will go. I will go if you tell me. I jus’ want to buy you a drink an’ tell me to leave you alone if I’m annoying you and acting in an undigney-fied manner. Please don’t be shy, it’s ok.� He motioned to Gabrie, “She’s a nice girl. Looking out for her friends, that’s what friends are for, to look out for one another.� He grinned and nodded then noticed another guy sitting at the next table next to the large furry and somehow managed to be female, Gordon, calling out to ‘his’ girl. The bastard.
Bubbles? Now he was intrigued and looked at his empty glass. No bubbles that he could see. What was the fool on about? He mused some more into his empty glass, willing it to reveal its secrets that could change his life forever, or not as the case may be.

Boobies! That was something he never noticed his sweetheart was missing, maybe he was hallucinating that he had some? Maybe he knew she was a he and thought he was dressed in drag? To this day, Jacob would never remember that night and why he never noticed that important thing that got girls whatever they wanted when used correctly, like some sort of love weapon. That completed a woman in all her womanly glory and made men beg like dogs to their demands.

“Barkeep!� He barked suddenly, which wasn’t needed as he was walking past their little group. “A drink of whatever she wants for this lovely enchantress.� He eyed Niaaki lovingly, “And a round for her friends and another of whatever I had earlier.� He motioned at Gabrie, Audun and Keir as her friends. Not Yuuki though, Jacob didn’t want him to butt in. No, the angel was his! Speaking of which, Jacob pondered ‘her’ name.
The hobo-appearing bloke pulled up a stool to sit next to his love and held out a hand for him to shake.
“I’m Jacob Guy, pleasure’s all mine. I hope you will be staying for a couple more days, the last day and longest night is soon. Then we will have six months of darkness. There’s a big party that’s gonna happen then with more food and drink that you can shake a stick at.�

A friend of a friend told him all this as Jacob had only been working in the artic for over three months as a sled dog driver (the best there is, ever!), but had noticed the lack of night during his time here, which at first was irritating and disorientating, but he still couldn’t remember if this was the evening of yesterday or the afternoon of tomorrow.

He was wearing a wolfish grin as he spoke which almost disappeared when a lad came to chat the women up at his table. He leaned closer to Niaaki, almost possessively, staring at the intruder; an arm making its around the girly-boy’s shoulders.

((Anyone want to start a bar fight? :D ))

[Anonymous]

...oh well. Gabrie sighed, noticing again that she really was not good in this kind of situation. Being -complimented- by the guy also didn't help much. It did not really embarass her, it just felt very, very awkward.

Retreating into the direction of the only person she knew moderately well was the only option now, and so she did, and took a seat moderately close to Audun, while trying to keep a distance to most of the regulars of the tavern. Which was kind of hard due to the size of the place and the general crowdiness. And as it now started to get hot, too, she finally removed the fur and started taking sips of her water. Probably a boring thing to drink, but it was not as if Gabrie really cared about that.

"What an odd group of people" she remarked after a while. They surely were lively, after all. "At least these drow really didn't follow them."

((I would, but my character is among the least likely to ever participate in one, so...kinda no xD ))

[Anonymous]

The commotion in the room seemed to be rising and falling with the rhythm the drinks were circulating. What would normally have been a loud drone, the collage of all these various people’s words meshing together to become one solid, blanket undertone, now seemed to drift in and out of Atachii’s attention, leaving the impression of a stampeding herd when it was close to her thoughts. She looked down toward the floor, noticing the scuffled wood that had been assaulted by one too many feet and pitied the next person who walked over it without any shoes on, only able to imagine the painful chunk of wood that was waiting to find its way into pink flesh.

Her eyes turned to the group sitting around the bar, which consisted of Keir, Audun, Gabrie, Niaaki and a strange, red-headed man who seemed to be teetering into the vicinity of Niaaki’s general area, a possessive, drunken glint in his eyes. This femininity was definitely going to score him some freebies, but she wondered how the hell he was going to manage an escape from all the attention his, apparently, extremely androgynous form was drawing. She would have thought that someone could have established the fact that this person was, indeed, male, but perhaps their inebriated senses were playing mind games with them. The alcohol was certainly working its stuff on Atachii’s perceptions.

She turned to stare at Yuuki as he cheerfully announced that, yes, indeed, there were bubbles in his beer. Unfortunately, there were no full beer mugs in her immediate vicinity which she could entertain herself with, and so Atachii contented herself with watching the bubbles form, rise, and burst as they reached the surface of Yuuki’s drink, before hearing Gordon offer up some brilliant ideas for the name of the unknown UFO creature.

“Oh, Esmerelda the abominable yeti,� she grinned. Images of a giant, snow-covered beast with a formidable scowl planted on its face and a large, frilly pink bow tied into its furred jumped into Atachii’s mind, and she could just about picture it running through the snow picking daisies.

Atachii jumped when Yuuki yelled across at her, her attention having to shift yet again. Bah! Why did everybody have to talk at the same time?! She slid-jumped off her stool so she could see around the massive… mass that was the thing sitting between her and Yuuki. She still hadn’t established whether or not it was really all that friendly, or if it was just drunk enough to be docile. Having moved almost completely around Gordon, she could now understand the babble that seemed to be coming from Yuuki’s mouth, although she only manage to catch the tail end of  his question. A sly grin crossed her face as she thought for that momentary second, the words registering themselves and getting scrambled between the wayward drunken thoughts and the sensible things.

“Of course I’m always this edible!� she replied.

The little alcohol demons were starting to twist her thinking, and as she stood there, hand on hip, looking at Yuuki, she thought how soft Yuuki’s hair looked, all nice and shiny black like that. She stared at his dark hair, reflecting vaguely in the dim light of the bar. The sudden urge to reach out and touch it brushed across her mind, but she managed to refrain herself as her pale fingers twitched, and instead resorted to commenting on his lovely, apparently soft hair.

“Nice hair.�

[Anonymous]

The only person Yuuki could really honestly see what Atachii... Of course the Fuzzy Yeti Loving Rock was somewhere to the side of that but... The Atachii lady was more fun to look at because she was still all wriggly. Well, not that wriggly anymore because she was so close, but, now she was even more pretty and many other parts of Yuukis body thought so too, mainly his because he couldn't really feel his legs all that much. His drink, which has to have been only his fourth or so, was empty except for maybe a few drops, which he didn't really care about because he was too busy starting at Atachii. Ah, what was better than running into random females with a broken foot in the tundra? Well, not being the in the tundra for starters, and not starting off here with a numb ass.

Yuuki closed his eyes for a moment and ran his hand through his hair in a 'cool' way which just made him look more like an ass than anything... Not a jerk ass, but a stupid ass, which suited him fine... In his current state. If he had been sober, he'd probably balk, glare then yell that it wasn't very nice. He currently didn't care because he had had four beers on an empty stomach and a pretty lady commenting on his lovely black hair, and how she was always edible. Hmm, really? Normal Yuuki would have laughed it off and said 'really? Well then i'll have to nibble on you one day.' Drunk Yuuki, being a stupider more retarded version of normal Yuuki said.

"...Cool, me.. Too."

Unfortunetly for Niaaki though, Yuuki currently had tunnel vision and the light at the end was Atachii which meant that Niaaki would have to fend for himself while Yuuki made a large butt of himself. Which would give Niaaki plenty to tease him about later on in the day... Tomorrow. This also mean that, the question from the F.Y.L.R (Fuzzy Yeti Loving Rock) went right over his head and he just managed to stare blankly at Gordon a moment before grabbing Atachiis shoulder and planting a wet kiss on her mouth. Hmm, she wasn't fighting back! That was an upside! The girls hardly ever fought back because since he became a father (i.e: Older brother) the ladies didn't flock to pretty-Yuuki anymore. Thats a lie, Yuuki just isn't very good at Lady-catching, but it was okay, because he could still pretend the pretty boy who always walked beside him was a pretty girl! It's a known fact that, when sober, Yuuki never thinks like this, which is a good thing.

So, there he was... Holding Atachiis face and ready to plant another wet kiss on her lips went a key flew across from the bartender and hit Yuuki on the forehead, to which he blinked twice and watched it hit the table and bounce once and land flat. Cool. Yuuki looked at it blankly than at he bartender while he pointed to the stairs which led upstairs. Yuuki looked at the key, Hmm, it looked like it had a 'M' on it or a funny looking 'W'. Squinting at it, he turned it to its side and than a grin of realisation flashed on his face... It was a 3!

Wrapping a arm around Atachiis waist and not really waiting for her reaction, he began to cart her towards the upstairs, quickly patting Niaaki on the head saying.

"Don't get into any trouble Little Sister"

Then, Yuuki and Atachii wouldn't be seen until the next morning... Whenever that would be.

(....>_> Yes I know, about stinkin' time.. 8D But you don't have to wait for anymore posts!!! *cheers* Yuu and Ata will re-join the thread when it's A. Morning, B. Morning or C. um.. Morning! 8D Sorry for powerplaying your character Pseudonym, just makes everything more easy x_X)

OH! and sorry for the bad postieness and horrid spelling XD I'm at my moms and have to do this on Notepad.

[Anonymous]

[Just for the record, they = always Yuuki and Atachii in this paragraph. *fails at English* I’m going to outsuck you times infinity without even trying, Draco. Just you watch. >8D (Now with 100% more CAPS LOCK)]

THERE IT IS. Finally. For a second there, Gordon was afraid she had made some terrible mistake, and that either Stan was gay or both of them were somehow the same gender. But no, there they are, hitting on each other in cryptic dolphin language just like normal people. Awww, they make such a cute couple. Well, and some abnormal people, such as the flat-chested wonder and… manners… mcface… over there. Damn, she can’t even come up with names for guys who hit on people anymore. That can’t be good. …No, wait. What if… what if that second thing was true and they were both the same gender and ga- --Ow. OW. Oh, right. No thinking while mentally impaired. And no terribly deep thinking the rest of the time. Got it. …Also, after seeing him doing it, she suddenly really, really wanted to stroke Yuuki’s hair, a lot. Because it is nice. Nobody argues that, not even the postal workers and tree sloths that pretend to. She also kind of wanted to eat it. Just a little. And she had a feeling that Atachii did too.

Jacob’s sudden cry of “BARKEEP� freaked her out too, because she is an incredibly easy person to freak out with loud noises and because she had suddenly become a fragile little dandelion for whatever reason, so she sort of sat there and quivered for a second before peering over her shoulder at him, his new girlfriend and ‘her’ companions. She actually managed to retain her composure and begin to string a few thoughts together until the last two words of that first sentence hit her ears.

Lovely enchantress?

LOVELY ENCHANTRESS?!

Gordon burst into a hysterical fit of hyena-like cackling, though she slapped her hand over her mouth, tried to choke the giggles down, quickly averted her gaze and tried to look like she was doing something less than a second after it started. Oh my GOD. That’s just… so…  â€œNIâ€? IS GOING TO HAVE TO LIVE WITH THAT FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE.

<HAPPYDREAMLAND>
“STAN, WHAT THE HELL? YOU LEFT MY CRACKERS OUT ALL NIGHT. YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT.�
�Oh yeah?! Well… You’re a LOVELY ENCHANTRESS!�
</HAPPYDREAMLAND>

…And then if her calculations are correct he’d go dead silent and quietly walk away and an angel would gain its wings. God, the world rules so hard.

Stan’s face suddenly appeared off to the side of her field of vision, so she turned to gaze back at him just like any good citizen would, and the first thing that came to her mind was that is was one of those things where something happens and then Brenda looks at Paul and Paul looks at Bob and then Bob looks at Bob’s cousin Jeff and Jeff looks at Marla and also his father Pedro and it’s just a symphony of glances because everybody’s looking at everybody else to decide how they’re supposed to be reacting, and since she assumed that to be true, she just grinned the hell out of her little face. But then they started kissing, and then Gordon’s expression went from ‘EWWWWW COOTIES’ to ‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHA’ to ‘Wait, don’t people usually move to the opposite side of the bar from me long before they start making out? Maybe Stan’s woman threatened to beat him up if he ever got an erection while they were kissing or something.’ and then right back to ‘EWWWWW COOTIES’ in record-breaking time. It certainly wasn’t surprising or unexpected or anything, just... KISSING. WET, SLOPPY, DRUNKEN KISSING. EWEWEWEWEWEWWWW. GET IT AWAY.

“Yeahhh… you two just do that,� she said meekly, getting off of the bar stool she was sitting on. As hilarious as she thought that whole ordeal was, looking at kissing just sort of hurts her brain a little and also makes her want to burn her jacket and her shoes and take a really long shower, and that’s not very nice. Is it? Oh well. And it was just her luck that she had to screw up and sprain her ankle the second she put her weight on the first foot to hit the ground. Wow. That is like the ELEVENTEENTH TIME that has happened this week. THE WORLD DOES NOT RULE ANYMORE. AAHRGHHH THIS IS ALL THE POTATO FARMERS’ FAU---Waitwaitwait, look on the bright side: Limps look awesome, right? Right. They do. Dragonslayers limp all the time. You know, because… dragons. Or something. Yeah. And Stan taking his lady to town was funny again! Which inevitably caused a smile to creep across her previously snarling features, of course, accompanied by a garnish of muffled giggling. Next thing you know they’ll be exchanging pictures of their families and living in a den in the wilderness with their eight kids and one camel. Now that would be an interesting thing to see.

Getting off of the bar stool FOR REAL THIS TIME, she limped her way over tooooo… another stool. And she sat on that one too. Just except this time seated closer to Mangelina and the still-anonymous girl that was apparently talking about make-up. But what are those two other people doing? You know, the ones that... she suddenly decided were that boy’s parents without any evidence to support the assumption? They were, like, over there! And they weren’t trying to fend off that “Haycup� guy anymore! WHAT the FISH? GET BACK OVER HERE AND PROTECT YOUR SON, LADY AND ALSO HER HUSBAND. Do they want him to get date-raped? Okay, FINE. It’s her responsibility now. She’ll just have to fend off the drunkards all by herself! ...Nah, actually, scratch that. She’s too lazy. She’ll just... sit here and watch and maybe yell at somebody if things start steaming up. Yeah, that works.

Hmm... She was gonna say something, wasn’t she? Oh yeah! Gordon snapped her fingers at Niaaki in an attempt to get his attention. “Hey, uhh... Your friends over there are making out with each other aaaaand I just thought you might like to know that,� she said, jabbing her thumb in their direction, though not actually looking back at them to check if they’re still doing it because that would toss her into 'EWWWWW COOTIES' mode again. Not a moment later, Stan strolled by with his girlfriend in a vice grip and patted Niaaki on the head and called him “Little Sister�. Wow, he sure does have a way with the ladies. ...Wait, SISTER?! She immediately shot Niaaki a look that had “WTF� written all over it. She wouldn’t be too surprised if he turned out to be Stan’s sibling, but... Sister would mean it really is a girl! But... how... what... NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE.
It was at around that point that Gordon noticed that there was now a freaky blue dude hitting on it in addiction to Haycup.

This does not bode well.

[HAHAHA SEE? I EVEN MANAGED TO MAKE IT ENORMOUSLY LONG AND SIMULTANEOUSLY HAVE NEXT TO NOTHING HAPPEN IN IT. P.S. Jacob RULES. <3 <3 <3 P.P.S. IS BRAEDEN JOINING IN YET ;_;]

[Rhindeer]

[...this took an insane amount of time. I am so sorry. o___o I got overwhelmed by the sheer size of the thread. XD Okay...apologies if I left anything out.]

Oh Gods. Another man came over to hit on the...ladies. Ladies! So of course he assumed he was included in there as one of the "ladies". Damn, Well, no, not damn! Right now, it was a good thing because he could work it to his advantage! So, Niaaki only flashed what he hoped was a charming smile at the new man.

Then promptly thre his head back downed the last of his wine like a shot.

Heh. He'd need it if he was going to survive this without twitching too much. Glancing around, he caught Audun's look, his mouthed words, but he couldn't catch what he was trying to say. Hopefully it wasn't something important. He was about ready to mouth back a "what?", but then the red-headed man was talking, slurring his words and repeating what Gabrie had told him. Ehehe. Undigynyfied...suddenly that slaughtered word sounded freaking hilarious, and Niaaki had to bite down on his lip to hold back a wave of giggles that wanted to spill out. Crap. No!

Luckily he was saved again, because then Jacob was speaking to him directly.

Okay, maybe he wasn't saved. He just barely managed to hold back a snort. Oh man...he...he really hoped he never, ever got that drunk. Ever. Then again, while he liked wine, he never drank to get drunk. A glass with dinner didn't hurt.

"Uh...hehe...no...it is okay, you are not bothering me..." Niaaki managed to get out, his voice a little strained with mirth. Actually, he was no longer nervous or anything. This was just pretty damned funny!

...Wait, WHAT?

Lovely enchantress?

Did he just call him a LOVELY ENCHANTRESS?!

Niaaki just about fell out of his seat in shock and horror, a blush instantly staining his face bright red. Oh no. Oh no, no, no! He did not just call him that! Granted, yes, he was acting like a girl now and playing the part because he wanted freebies (and because he didn't want to get beat up--hopefully these guys never learned he was really a guy) but lovely enchantress?! Niaaki was torn between falling onto the floor with laughter or bawling his eyes out. Oh my Gods. he couldn't believe he'd just been called that. That...that was just...there were no words.

Paranoid suddenly, Niaaki jerked his head over in Yuuki's direction. Oh Gods. Please say he hadn't overheard that! He'd never let live it down. EVER. Okay. Okay...Yuuki looked too smashed and...eww! He was totally making out with her! Gaah! Flushing red again, he averted his eyes back to Jacob, silver-blue eyes wide. Oookay, he so hadn't seen that, wiping his mind clean now. Though, as long as Yuuki stayed there, even...making out with a stranger as he was, it was all good! He could still continue to work his "charm" over here and get free stuff; no harm in it as long as Yuuki was nearby.

Heh...he still couldn't believe it...

Jeez...it was official. His reputation was ruined. He'd forever be known as a girl. He'd never be able to flirt without a girl thinking he was a lesbian and getting weirded out.

Sigh.

Lovely enchantress...ugh...that would forever haunt him...

"Pleasure to meet you, Jacob," Niaaki said with a pleasant smile, twirling a strand of silver hair around a finger, as his the bartender gave him his new drink. He took another sip. "And oh, we will be staying a while. We got a bit lost and ended up out here all alone." He gave what he hoped was a cute pout for effect, then perked up and, just for show, batted his eyelashes at Jacob. "Mmm. Party, hmm? What kind of party?" Best keep the conversation flowing. The more interest, the more free stuff!

...At least, that was his thought until Jacob put his arm around his thin shoulders.

Niaaki nearly squeaked in surprise, stiffening. "Ah..." Instinctively, he looked for Yuuki and caught sight of him up on his feet, one arm around that woman's waist, and...oh no. No, he was not!

"Yuu--!" Yuuki pat him on the head, and Niaaki twitched. Little sister? Augh! That took him so off guard he froze and blinked for a second, his mind working a bit harder to process it...and then Yuuki was already heading up the stairs.

Leaving him here.

Oh shit.

He hunched his shoulders. Oh crap. Yuuki left. And here he had been, flirting with guys...

Aw damn. This...could not be good.

[Anonymous]

(Haha, and I thought the thread was over. Guess not, eh? XD)

It was a reoccurring thought. What her sanity (what little of it remained) managed to catch up to her, she wondered what she was doing here? She could hardly remember how she wound up with these people... It was strange, and new, and as much as she was angry for falling into this shameless crowd, it was... interesting? Afterall, day after day with birds for company got old, and after awhile it all seemed repetitive - the taste was the same. There was nothing new... but today, her birds had truly led her to something new. And quite unusual.

Breaking through the haze was something very odd. L-lovely enchan...tress? Did that guy just REALLY call Niaaki that? There was a pause as she just stared at the two - just stared in that rude way only she could have. Before she covered her face as it flushed, her shoulders shaking but it was tha tkind of hysterical laughter where you could hardly breathe, couldn't even LAUGH.

After a few moments of not breathing, her shoulders just shaking she gave out a choked snort between quick gasps for air. That was... fucking hilarious! This poor guy... But it really was his own fault for pretending to be a girl. But, honestly, when she thought 'lovely enchantress' she thought big jugs, long, flowing hair, seductress eyes - certainly not Niaaki. He didn't even have boobs! Well, there WAS good reason for that... but... that guy was drunk off his ass. Hopefully, under normal circumstances, he'd understand that Niaaki was just a very feminine boy.

"Ah, really, what HAVE you gotten yourself into?" Keir managed to ask Niaaki - not that it was really directed TOO him, simply stating it outloud - after her hysterical laughter.

In any case, she rested her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand and watched them with interest. As if they were hired entertainment or gypsies dancing for money. She gave them her attention, even if it was rude (etiquette? what's that?). Afterall, where would she ever find something more amusing than this?