A Quiet Drink?

[Joshua Uptike III]

Joshua did not notice the crowds of drinkers bustling behind him. He did not acknowledge the admiring looks from passersby, nor any attempt from others to communicate with him. Seemingly drowning out the noise of merry drinkers and chattering, he remained alone, hunched over his wine glass which gave off the unmistakable odour of blood. Moving every now and then to brush aside rebellious strands of dirty blonde hair which were now scattered about his face, he stood out like a sore thumb amongst the other races, elf-like yet unique.
His fair complexion haunting, and as he peered around through the growing fogginess of the room, his green orbs were piercing and unnerving, not observing anyone in particular yet boring into everyone in their path.

"Another."

Swirling the crimson liquid which now stained the glass and his lips, he edged the wine glass forward on the sticky bartop, allowing the barkeep to fill him up as he rummaged around for his wallet.

[Joshua Uptike III]

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[Winterhair]

It had been some time since the battle with the angel at the Citadel. Vincent Winterscar, swordsman and wanderer, felt restless once again. He wanted nothing more than to return to that place of warriors and battle endlessly, till the edge on his blade dulled and no more lifeblood could be spilled from his veins. But yet, Vincent was still human, even if he did have a few...uncommon wants, and humanity needs a break from time to time.
He decided that as long as he was staying in Radasanth, he might as well take a look around and see what the city had to offer him. It had been a long, uneventful walk around the city, however, and he soon grew bored of the mild mannered men and cheap whores lining the streets. He never was much of a sightseer either, and even though Radasanth had proved itself to be a majestic place indeed, Vincent didn't care about such trivial things.
He had wandered until he at last came to the outskirts of the bustling city, mounds of people moving about in swarms, ants of a different kind. Although Vincent was a large man, he saw some even greater shapes moving around in these masses, and for a moment he felt a shiver of apprehension and maybe excitement. However, none of these shapes ever made a single antagonistic movement to him, and even he knew that it would be stupid to try and pick a fight in a crowded place like this.

He felt, rather than saw, the sun fade as he continued to browse the selection of the street-wise and the street-sellers, and he realized that he had traveled far enough from his room at the Scarlet Lady that it would take at least a couple hours to travel back. Slightly disheartened by this prospect, he looked up at the sun and by chance his eyes caught the gleam of the sign that read:

The Silver Pub.

He had not heard about this place, but a pub was a pub, was it not? Maybe after a couple drinks, he decided, he would have the motivation to go back to his room in the Scarlet Lady, the room that Samantha had procured for him. Without any second thoughts, Vincent pushed open the door to the tavern and stepped through it, careful not to catch his scabbard in the door way on his way in.

Honestly, it looked like any other tavern, with a bar and several tables messily arranged around the room. Different characters of people sat here and there, muttering to themselves or roaring outrageously with laughter, but one thing seemed the same: no one was here to brawl, just to have a good time or drown their sorrows.
Eh, good enough for him. Without taking a second thought he sat down at the bar next to a tall fellow with blond hair, who was hunched over a glass of red liquid and staring at the wall. Might he have cared, Vincent would have wondered if that red liquid was wine or blood, but as he didn't the swordsman simply unstrapped the blade from his side and placed it on the bar.

The bartender came up immediately. Surprisingly to Vincent, she was a pretty young woman with sparkling blue eyes and dull, almost brownish red hair, although one glance at her full figure could have told any man that she was no virgin. Smiling coquettishly at Vincent's gaze traveling down her body, she asked in a girlish voice, "What'd you like, hun?"

"Just get me somethin' strong." he replied softly, waving his hand in the air as if to dismiss the matter. She nodded and walked off, her hips swinging invitingly. Vincent admired her professionalism at her doing her job: She hadn't even stuttered in her movements when he gave her such a general answer.
While he awaited his drink, he glanced again over to the fellow on his left, who seemed to be contemplating something. "Not that its any business o' mine..." Vincent began, leaning his head into one hand and running his fingers through his silver mane, "...but whats got you all down in the friggin' dumps?"

[Joshua Uptike III]

Joshua was visibly taken aback by the abruptness of this new arrival. Turning sharply as he was addressed, his eyes locked on those of the addresser, studying him before he considered answering.

"I prefer the term reserved - Can you hardly see someone of my standard regularly coming into a place like this?"

A tinge of arrogance in his reply though he spoke low, not wishing to offend anyone who could initiate trouble.
His gaze fell onto the weapon that was now so openly resting on the bartop, studying its full length, the patterns, the shape, even eyeing the tip for any sign of a recent battle.

"Why so forward?"

Lifting his glass to his lips, he sipped his drink, a smirk visible as he did so, turning the question back on the newcomer, almost rudely.
Joshua did not appreciate being bothered, the quiet little space he had created now invaded but he did admire the boldness of being approached when he was clearly snubbing those around him. Debating whether to move, leave or stay, his answer was clearly made as he once again reached into his wallet, placing a handful of coins infront of him, paying for the mans drink.

[Winterhair]

At the first words that escaped the pale man's mouth, Vincent could easily tell what type of man this guy was. Even though his hair was unruly, and his posture was slightly slumped, either because of his burdensome thoughts or the drink, the man's tone held a note that told Vincent that he was one that was used to being obeyed. Probably some sorta noble, or somethin'...Vincent thought to himself with a smirk. Even the man's slumped posture held a sort of none-approachable aura about it, as if he were rejecting he rest of the world. Funny...a man that hides from the world talking to a man that wants to conquer it...Another thought entered his head, and at this he chuckled out loud.

"Reserved, down in the dumps, whatever. Call it what ya will." He sat up as the man slid a handful of coins onto the table as the bartender came back, right in front of Vincent. "As for me...I'm just that kinda guy, I guess." He cocked an eyebrow at the coins. "You payin' for my drink or something? I don't want charity."

The girl simply laughed as she slid a bottle of brown liquid onto the table and also in front of Vincent. "Just take it." She said to the swordsman. "It isn't charity when you've got kids to feed and..." she stopped in mid sentance and a sad look crossed her face, then she brightened up again before grabbing a dishrag and scrubbing at one of the bottles near the end of the bar. "Well, I'd take it, if I was you." And with that she scuttled off to help another man stumble in half drunk.

[Joshua Uptike III]

"She would take it if she were you".

Chuckling softly as he mimicked her, shamelessly eyeing the young lady as she moved away, much like his companion had.

"I'd happily give her the same if I got something just as valuable in return".

Disrespectfully loud, he grinned at the male, slender pale fingers wrapping around his glass once again as he downed the rest of his drink.

"Finish that and I will show you what real service is like".

An invitation to drink at his home, Joshua did not often bring friends back, let alone strangers whose name he had not even bothered to ask, with the occasional exception of young females. A great believer of personal space, the thought of someone rummaging, peering and invading his possessions was unthinkable, so he would keep a close eye.

"I can't fufill the need for eye candy but its whisky galore".

[Winterhair]

Vincent laughed out loud at his newfound companion's shameless humor. And, in spite of himself, he was slightly caught off guard by it. Nobles, he had heard, were uptight asses who wouldn't even dare use such humor, lest they be thought weak or "common", but this one, at least, seemed to possess a spark of it. It was refreshing to the swordsman, to find someone at least as shameless as he.

"Eh, I dunno about myself. She's a good looking girl, I'll admit that..." Vincent paused as he uncorked the bottle with his bare hands and drunk from it greedily, then resumed speaking. "...but I've seen better. Besides, back where i'm staying, there's a whore there that's really got me going, if you know what I mean." Vincent elbowed the strange man in the rib playfully and took another swig. "After her, well, I'm afraid of being disappointed." He chuckled and set the bottle down, wiping his lips on the back of his arm.

The other man's next words though also threw Vincent off guard. " 'Real service'? " For some reason, those two words made the swordsman see disturbing images of homosexual acts, and he shivered now not in ecstacy but in fright. He might have gone with the man had it not been for those words and images. "I'm afraid I'll have to decline on that. I've...I've got some stuff. To do." Even the excuses out of his lips sounded wrong and dirty, and Vincent finished off the last of his drink, a dull buzz settling down in the back of his head.

To change the topic, Vincent asked the other man another question. "So...whats your name?" Standard fair, nothing unusual.