She listened to his story, interesting choice of lifestyle she thought. When he asked her what she was doing here she took and finished her beer before talking, "Well, I'm a born Piltovian, mother Zaunite and father Ionian, I moved to Demacia to study magic when I was old enough. My parents disappeared completely when I was fourteen, they didn't tell me where they had gone, so I went to Piltover checked the house and everything was gone. I returned to Demacia finished my studies last year and then moved here." She ordered another beer from the bartender. She decided to keep her brother out of this for now.
Meanwhile down the bar Emelie ordered a drink then turned back to Lavin, "Nice to meet you Lavin." She said and took a sip from her drink, "It's nothing, just my boyfriend who was a dick." Again she wiped her eyes, "I'm guessing you don't want to hear about it." she said and downed her drink.
Lavin shook his head. "No, if it helps get a load off your chest, I wouldn't mind listening in. If I had a girlfriend, and she gave me a pink slip, I'd want to vent a bit too." He sipped his own beer quietly, simply looking at Emelie.
Ozzy looked over to the woman the man who had bought him beer was chatting up, a simple shrug and he turned his attention back to Melanie, "Well that's bloody depressing." he stated nonchalantly as he down his beer, he then paused and eyed her somewhat cautiously, "Ain't Ionians and Zaunites on the not so friendly of terms?" He wondered if her story was true, there was, as far as he knew, deep seeded hatred for one other on both sides. And then from Piltover to Demacia seemed believable, but if she was raised in Piltover with a Zaunite father? This was making less and less sense the more the gunslinger thought about it. If she was Piltoverian what the hell was she doing in Zaun? The two city-state were constantly locking horns with one another... Her father being a Zaunite and living in Piltover made NO sense whatsoever, even less so with said father being partners with an Ionian. What game was this woman playing?
Ozzy eyed the woman suspiciously, "Right then... What brought you to Zaun?"
She took a sip from her beer. She knew her background made no sense, the three city states didn't get along well, and she knew that. "Well, I have no idea of how my mother and father met. All I've seen of my father's side of the family is pictures of relatives. And for my mother, well she didn't like Zaun, she saw people getting dragged from the streets and never to be seen again." Mel took another sip from her glass, "Damn, have they made these smaller? Anyway, the reason I am sitting here in Zaun and not in Piltover is that it's the complete opposite. As I said, my parents left me when I was fourteen, I had no idea where they went or why they left me. They packed up everything in the house and disappeared. Once I had finished my studies I decided it was time to get a place of my own, instead of furnishing the house in Piltover I decided to move here, to the exact opposite. And so far I haven't been snatched of the street." She said and finished her beer. She burped and giggled, "Sorry."
Emelie smiled at Lavin, "Well, the dick head decided it would be funny to sleep with a friend of mine, in our apartment, the day after my birthday." She ran a hand through her hair and looked at him again, "So I kicked him out of the apartment, she as well. Gave away his clothes and sold his stuff." She sipped her drink and looked straight forward into the wall. "Six years, six years down the fucking drain just like that."
Lavin shook his head. "Wow...that...that's a dick move. Like, that makes shooting someone's legs off sound like a nice pat on the head." He gave a look at Mel from across the bar, shrugging slightly, and then putting his arm around Emelie. "Tell you what. He was an absolute moron, for cheating on you like that. You're a nice gal." He chugged his beer, putting it back down. "Honestly, on my father's grave, if I did that to a girl, I 'oughta just never go on the market again."
Post by Jurante Caedo on Aug 8, 2013 18:01:06 GMT -5
The bar doors would swing open from a hard kick. "Ah hoy hoy, barkeep! Pour me a tall one!" In through the door, a man with a finely curled, meticulously cared for mustache sauntered in. His dress shirt was open, revealing his hairy chest to the world. Two revolves hung off of his belt along with a rapier on his left side and a main gauche on his right. The man walked into the bar, stared at the bartender who poured him a mug of ale, and he pointed at the bottles.
"Pass me that bottle there," he said with a grin.
"You gonna drink it?"
"Yeap!"
"Heh. Yeah, sure, tell you what?" the bartender grabbed the bottle and placed it on the counter. He turned around and started to fish for a glass. "Most people come in, thinkin' they're hot shit, and ask for the bottle. I'll just bill you for however much you drink, kay?"
By the time the bartender turned around, Jurante had sauntered away with a mug in hand and a rum bottle in the other, the appropriate payment on the counter. He then yelled in a boisterous, happy voice, "Now then, lads and ladies, who wants to share some drinks with me?! Ah ha ha ha ha!"
Post by Eli Crohill on Aug 8, 2013 22:47:45 GMT -5
Eli walked into the bar not long after Jurante. He had left his hammer outside, not that it made all that much of a difference, seeing as he still had 4 weapons on him. Maybe he could find (or start) a fight in here. All he'd have to do is everyone people drunk, then make some off color remarks about someone's mother and he'd be good to go. Of course, he would have to drink some himself, but he knew how to do so in moderation. He heard someone shouting about free drinks, that seemed a good place to start. "I heard something abou' sharing some drinks. I'd be happy t' oblige."
"You might think you've won, but like a cornered animal, I don't give up!"
Post by Eli Crohill on Aug 16, 2013 23:03:54 GMT -5
Eli accepted the bottle, then raised it up to knock against the mug, almost spilling it. He nodded slightly. "Eli, a' your service, cheers!" The mercenary took a swig of rum straight from the bottle. After he and Jurante had both stopped drinking, he would give Jurante a cursory glance, analyzing him. Clearly a pirate or mercenary, maybe he'd put up a good fight. "So, what brings ya t' Zaun?"
"You might think you've won, but like a cornered animal, I don't give up!"
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