Of Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites

[Anara Valnor]

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Bright sapphire orbs watched the sea of writhing bodies with interest, a soft smile upon her lips. She was leaned against a section of the clubs secondary bar that had little activity and so she was left alone, for the most part. Around her women and men of various ages and species drank and danced; everyone was having a good time. It seemed that the majority of the females in the establishment had come together in groups and Anwen couldn't stop the frown that made its way to her lips.

Friends.

The word was foreign to her for the most part. She had a few men she counted as friends, but there were no females in her life that she had a close connection with. Sighing she sipped at her drink, the alcohol hidden beneath the juices of her drink. She remained rooted to the bar, simply enjoying watching those around her. She moved a little with the music, but any time she was approached for a dance she turned the man away.

The night was still early and the club was sparsely populated, but as the night drug on more and more people began entering the club, few leaving. The music blared and Anwen continued to hug the corner of the bar, her drinks taking her longer and longer to finish as the effects of the alcohol in her drinks washed over her. As she found herself becoming pleasantly buzzed she danced a bit more with the music, bright eyes sliding closed as her pristine aura pulsed around her; it was as blinding to any sensitive to the Force as the laser lights flashing above.

@[member="Christian Slade"]

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[Christian Slade]

For a long time he didn't say anything as he sat there next to the young woman sitting there sipping her drink and turning man after man away, but Christian's interest was being perplexed the more she seemed to differ from the crowds of youth around her. She was out of place, that much was certain, but she didn't even seem to the trying. It was obvious she was there for some reason, some sort of companionship, but she didn't seem interested in giving anyone a chance, and you didn't go to clubs to make friends with girls either because that was all competition.

"You going to turn down every guy here who asks you to dance?", asked a deep, but smooth voice a couple of seats down from Anwen. It was a tall, lean man who had his own seat at the bar, but as he addressed her he didn't look at her. He simply stared straight forwards as he took a sip of the glass of whiskey in his hand, his long brown hair barely hiding those bright golden eyes he had.

@[member="Anwen Talith"]

 

[Anara Valnor]

"Huh?"

Her gaze was torn away from the sea of writhing bodies to a man she hadn't paid any mind to before. Her back had been to the man and so she turned in her seat, sipping her drink as she did so. When she finally faced the man she found that he wasn't even looking at her. Confused, she frowned and eyed him for several minutes in silence.

Was he talking to me?

It sure didn't seem that way, but they were practically alone at their end of the bar. The man was attractive, but his eyes were what made her pause. She couldn't be sure of their color, but she found herself staring as though that alone would answer the question. As though shaken from a daydream she blinked, shrugging in answer to his question before turning away. She really didn't have an answer to give him so she returned to watching the crowd. Straw between her lips she absently spotted at her drink, neatly draining it, as his question repeated itself in her head.

@[member="Christian Slade"]