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Open to Lasair Landevier Lupen There was just something about the theater district at night that Vieka adored, despite the high amount of people that roamed the streets. The lights against the dark background, the beat of the music in her ears, the smell of fire smoke and that bitter tinge of alcohol, it just all round gave her a good feel, even the chorus of people chatting and laughing in the background became tolerable as long as they didn't approach her.
Perhaps this was why she found herself in one of the outside drinking area's, live music with drums and singing playing off to the side with people dancing, an outside bar tucked under a small roof with a sort of 'tropical' feel to it, tables and chair set up with candles and light strung everywhere. It was a lively atmosphere the half blood found herself enjoying quietly as she sipped at her drink, idly petting a grey stray that had found itself purchase on her table, looking out at the noise with her.
"Here." She mused lightly, placing a small strip of some kind of dried meat she ordered with her drink on the table for the cat to munch on before she leaned back, a relaxed smile curling the edges of her mouth. "For keeping me company." she joked.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 11, 2015 23:32:22 GMT
The bars with music always bothered him. But, Lasair needed to stop by them every now and then, check the rumors, plant some of his own, that sort of thing. There was a crowd who exclusively went around playing musical bars, and he had to hit that group from time to time. It had been worth it tonight because he heard about a new cargo ship coming in, this one holding more important supplies. He casually filed the information away when he spotted someone familiar sitting at an outdoor table.
He hadn’t had the chance to chat with her much the last time he saw her, what with the fact that a certain recruit was bleeding and on the verge of passing out. But he did finally learn her name, Vieka. And perhaps this was a chance to finally have a normal(ish) conversation with her. So he casually walked over to where she was sitting and took a seat across from her, hoping he didn’t scare the cat away.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he said to her with one of his more casual smiles.
She wasn't even discreet with her groan of annoyance, rolling her head back and blinking up at the sky as if to say 'why me?'. Someone up there had some real fun throwing his guy in her way to use up her personal time, seeing as they seemed to always be 'running into each other'. She gave an exasperated look to her feline friend, but the cat merely glanced at her before going back to eating its proffered snack, leaving Vieka to fend for herself.
She sighed. "What do you want?"
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 11, 2015 23:53:06 GMT
He shrugged, sitting back in his chair. He had a feeling that she wouldn’t be happy to see him, but he’d shown up anyway, if only for a little while. “I just wanted to say hi, buy you a drink if you were interested. If my presence is really ruining your night, I can go, but if not, I’d like to chat with someone as lovely as yourself.” Normally he’d be persistent in staying, but the music said otherwise. He’d get up and go if that’s really what she wanted him to do. Besides, she had a cat in her lap who didn't seem to be going anywhere. It could keep her company if he didn't.
Honestly? she was about to tell him to frak off and be done with the whole idea, but a quick glance at her nearly empty glass had her questioning the idea. In truth, she'd had quite a few drinks already, none of them weak, but it was one of those rare times she decided to sit back and enjoy herself a little. A few more never hurt though right?
The half blood hummed in thought before giving a one shouldered shrug, emptying the rest of her glass before sliding it over to Lassair, leaning her cheek on her palm. "Whiskey, strait with no ice." she told him, a relaxed half lidded look to her expression. She could tolerate him for a little but at least, she had a good beat in her ears and a little feline companionship to help her.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 12, 2015 0:16:45 GMT
It seemed that going fishing had landed him a bite. He grinned, happy she hadn’t shooed him away, before picking up the glass and walking off with it. When he returned there were two glasses in his hands, one for each of the duo. It was a bar after all, he might as well drink a little.
Setting the drinks on the table, he glanced at the cat with her before speaking up. “So what brings you out of the shop?” He didn’t know much about her, other than she usually avoided people by sitting inside to do her doctoring. Why she was out was as good a reason as any to ask.
Taking her glass, almost gleefully so, the half blood re-adjusted herself in her seat, the cat hopping off her lap and meowing unhappily before sitting by her feet instead, cleaning itself with a paw. Taking a small sip of her lovely drink, Vieka then pulled off her boots and folded her legs in her chair, cozy-ing down with her glass cupped in both hands.
"The atmosphere mostly. No-one cares about who you are or what you want round here, it's all about the music, about the fire and life, about the movement, and a little drink" she smiled a bit, the quirk of her lips softening her usually stony exterior as she looked out at the moving people on the dance floor, moving to the beat of the drums and clapping their hands. "The way the fire light soften the dark edges and bathes everything in gold and red. There's just something so.... beautiful..." she finished before blinking out of her little revere, shifting uncomfortably before sipping her drink again to avoid looking embarrassed. She kept her eyes focused on the people on the dance floor, avoiding Lassairs gaze.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 12, 2015 0:48:25 GMT
She had a soft side after all. He sipped his drink as she spoke, admiring the way she watched the people and how she described everything she saw. The fact that she had that side to her kind of surprised him, but he was glad to see it all the same. Not to mention the fact that she actually smiled in his presence, that was new.
“I didn’t know you could smile,” he teased gently. “And I can tell you really like this setting.” The fact that she enjoyed it so much instantly made it much more tolerable for the red head. Maybe he’d stop by these places more often.
"Your eyes must be going. I heard that's a pretty serious thing; you sure your not going senile early?" She sniffed in reply, but anyone could hear the joke in her tone as she took another sip of her own drink, her awkward composure melting back to the relaxed one she had adopted earlier. Leaning back against one arm, she swung her head slightly backwards and gazed at him from the corner of her eyes, the fire light she'd so fondly described earlier making the usual dark orbs seem endless as they reflected the golden gleam they emitted.
"And why pray tell are you lurking around here, Mr Smooth and Suave?" She questioned, taking another mouthful of her drink but keeping her eyes on him. "For some reason i don't see this being your gig much... you seem more suited to a.... more casual.... fancy setting or something..." She trailed off, tilting her head as she tried to think of the right words.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 12, 2015 1:13:22 GMT
He chuckled at her joke before taking another sip of his drink. She seemed to enjoy looking around at everything; he was content just keeping his eyes on her. The firelight she had noted did bring up shapes and colors he enjoyed watching, but the music could be done without, in his opinion. A quiet bonfire would give the same result and be much nicer.
“Just because it’s not my setting, doesn’t mean I never visit. And besides, now that I know you enjoy it, I’ll have all the more reason to stop by.” He debated asking her another question, but decided against it. More of his curiosity sat in wondering what she wanted to know about him than his own questions about her.
Had she been completely sober, Vie may have caught the dodge in question. As it was, she was on a pleasant buzz and seemed to take his words at face value. "So i was right, you don't like these kinds of places! how come? I mean, what's there not to like?" She tilted her head, an almost child like look of curiosity painting her features, ruined when she took the last gulp of her very adult drink.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 12, 2015 1:45:25 GMT
His drink was hardly half empty and she had finished hers. She seemed to be really enjoying the liquor tonight. “The music isn’t really my thing,” he answered with a shrug. Looking at her empty glass now, he continued. “Do you want another?” He was rather interested to see what she'd be like as she got more drunk, and wouldn't mind funding that for the time being.
His answer made her confused. Sliding her glass back over to him, her asked "Who the hell doesn't like music? you are a weird one alright." She shook her head, not sure what was wrong with him. "Music is the natural beat that should appeal to all things i think. A good beat is all you need for your heart to start pumping, a soft tune to make you relax, or a little bit of swing to get feet moving." Vieka leaned forward a little, her hands laced together and her eyes glinting, truly getting into her philosophical drive.
"When you think about it, all things have a natural beat to them, a natural music. Your heart beat for instance. Adults often love music with a steady tempo because it reminds us of our mothers heartbeat when we were young and pressed to their chest. Or if you just pause and listen to your surroundings, the wind and the movement of the trees, birds, it's all a kind of music, don't you think?"
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 12, 2015 2:12:13 GMT
Her answer took him by surprised. He reached out to take her glass as he listened to her rambles. Music was something she felt passionate about, and also not something he expected from her. That was probably the most he’d ever heart her speak, chalk that up as another first for tonight.
“I can see what you mean. And I get that it’s all psychological and nearly everyone enjoys it however, if I’m not overly drunk, I don’t really get into it. The beats there, but it doesn’t, well, it doesn’t move me.” Lasair shrugged, standing up with her glass then. “Maybe I haven’t heard the right music yet.” Turning, he went to refill her glass and then return.
As soon as Lassair came back Vieka removed the glass from his hand and placed her drink on the table to be drunk at a later date. right now, some things needed to be addressed, such as Lassair not like music of all things. She gave him no opportunity to question what on earth she was up to, she snatched up his sleeve and tugged him towards the dance floor where the drums had just picked up tempo, the good beat giving something for people to swing their hips to.
"No wussing out on me now." She ordered, her dark eyes flitting back to him almost teasingly as she dragged him directly into the middle of the masses of people. "Stay close, Hands here." She placed his hands firmly on her hips before stepping closer, cutting into his personal bubble and her own without any effort. "Ignore everything, ignore the other people, ignore the background noise." A small, secretive smile started pulling at her lips as she moved her arms underneath his and placed her own hands on his hips. "Just focus on me, focus on the beat of the music, feel it with you body, feel it match your heart rate." With that, she closed her eyes, her smile widening just a little more as she began feeling the music, slowly starting to shift her hips from side to side, her hands manipulating Lassairs to move with her in a natural rhythm.
"Let yourself move freely, don't be stiff. Just relax, think about the beat." She continued, her tone smoothing into something close to velvet as she began manipulating them both around in a circle, moving the entire time with her eyes closed; she made it look seamless.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
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