- Messages
- 445
- OOC First Name
- Kait
- Sexual Orientation
- Dymetris ❤
- Wand
- Oak 14 3/4" Essence of Raven Feather
- Age
- 2/2014
A slender girl in a long, flowing dress danced with a handsome man on the center of the floor. She twisted and twirled around looking as if she knew what she was doing. Her midriff was bare and a hint tattoo was visible on her side. Bodies crowded around the dancing couple, moving in time to the beat of the loud music. Faxen smiled flirtatiously at the man who was clearly interested in her. She laughed at something he murmured to her. It didn't mean anything to her. He didn't mean anything to her. They never did. The brunette smiled and excused herself as the song ended. She promised him another dance later before heading back towards the bar. It was uncommon for Faxen to spend Friday or Saturday night at a club or pub if she didn't have a gig to play which she didn't tonight. Faxen had already visited the bar several times tonight as she had arrived at the club over an hour ago. She had enough alcohol in her system to give her a buzz and fill the emptiness of her heart.
Faxen perched lightly on a stool at the bar, not paying much attention to the people around her. The barkeep came over to where she was to ask her what she was drink. "Oh, I will take a firewhiskey." Faxen said with a wink. When it arrived, Faxen tipped generously. She hadn't bought her second or third drink tonight anyways. The pretty brunette took a gulp, enjoying the burn. Her hazel eyes scanned the crowd, finally landing on a figure a little bit away from her. He looked familiar, like something she remembered from a dream but couldn't quite name.
Faxen perched lightly on a stool at the bar, not paying much attention to the people around her. The barkeep came over to where she was to ask her what she was drink. "Oh, I will take a firewhiskey." Faxen said with a wink. When it arrived, Faxen tipped generously. She hadn't bought her second or third drink tonight anyways. The pretty brunette took a gulp, enjoying the burn. Her hazel eyes scanned the crowd, finally landing on a figure a little bit away from her. He looked familiar, like something she remembered from a dream but couldn't quite name.