[11th day of winter 510.a.v.]
[The Docks]
[The Silver Sliver Tavern]
[late evening]
The night was calm, and just like any day in the city of controlled chaos, Ravok was warm. The sky above it was clear and you could count the stars in the sky if you would bother looking up at them. At nights like this, Ravok reminded every visitor of a painting, and the locals…of how blessed they were to be looked over by their father, Rhysol. But at nights, little places in the city of canals carried life, except for the Sliver Silver. Outsiders of the city might wonder, for what reasons did it attract people so easily? And they would never understand, because they don’t hear the songs this city sings at nights, the ones that echo in the hearts of its people. The Silver, just made them open for everyone to hear.
Amelia, being an outsider to this city, had still managed to feel at home in this city. She could hear the songs it sang in silence, but just like when she was in Syliras, she still chose the songs sung by the people rather than the streets…or in this case, canals. And there was no better place to look for songs, than the favorite tavern of the people. So it was no wonder that the pale skinned woman chose the Silver. Even when you just neared it, you could hear the perfectly clear sound of argues, songs, feet tapping on the floor and a mug or two falling to the floor. And the funny thing was, it never intimidated, not someone who felt this city.
Just as the woman was about to open the door to finally enter, she was surprised by two men coming out, whistling and clearly not steady on their feet. It was an amusing thing to see, but deep down she just hoped those two wouldn’t fall in the canals as they wobbled around. ”don’t you just love the sight of men barely walking, but still managing to hold a tune” she chuckled to herself and finally, finally, entered.
On the inside, the tavern was still not the fanciest place. If you were smart, you would probably chose to bring your date to a different place, but if you were intending to pick one up, this was probably the best place to come. The Cross didn’t come here looking for affairs though, she seems to have gotten enough trouble with men for some time, she’d be up for no more than a light, innocent flirt for the sake of saving herself the costs of a drink or two. The last thing she wanted was to get drunk at this place.
With her head up high, her steps more of a gentle glide mimicking the rhythm of the tune played by the current self-promoted band, she made her way to the bar, only to smile at Jeb, the oh so ‘friendly’ bartender. ”hey, Cross girl, are you ordering anything” impatient as always, but with all the action going around, it didn’t surprise her that he wanted to get her order done as fast as he could. ”just a chime” she whistled back, ever so innocently with a wink, just to let her eyes slide over the tables. You could see some women there, already see some men there wasted and ready to pour their last miza out if a woman came up to them, but those wouldn’t be good to handle on the long run, especially if she’d be the one to initiate the contact…and then she spotted him, a man you see here often, the type that tried his luck with the special and couldn’t handle it.
The woman locked her eyes with his, quite blurred ones, it was easy to see that the mind was in a mess thanks to the alcohol so it toke little effort of Amelia. She just smiled, her blood red lips inviting as ever, a long motion to cross her legs as her eyes finally left his. It was now a matter of waiting, and so she did, wait if he would take the bait…a few chimes latter you could see him finally making his awkward and shaky way right to the seat next to Amelia. ”hello, wha~t i..s…a wom~an like you…d~oing at a~place like..t~is?” at first Amelia assumed the man was just timid, but no, he was much drunker than she thought…this made things easier, but a lot more boring. ”Oh me? I’m waiting for my drink…” she said almost in a shy tone of voice, but as she flipper her hair over her shoulder, letting her neck be exposed for the man to see, her eyes almost staring into him with hunger…it clearly didn’t come off as shy.
A few little gestures latter,a well placed word, and Amelia was happy sitting with her mug of ginger-ale, while the drunk ‘friend’ had failed to keep his stomach content and ran out of the door of the Silver, did she care about his return? Not really…now the woman was back to enjoying the music and the awkward fights the drunks could pull off, better than any show and it didn't cost her even a copper. ”Ol Rhysol’s Ravok…”