A Pint or a Pint? (Solo)

[Talya]

Timestamp: Summer 50, 515 AV Talya had been working at the Quill's Rest for awhile now, but everything still felt novel to her, like she were a brand spanking new employee who had just arrived in the port city of Zeltiva, and jumped upon the first job that had been offered to her. But that was not the case, not even close. She had lost count of the number of times she had worked at the Quill's Rest, even though she knew it couldn't have been that much. The notion that she was so close to the sea yet she could never hear it, even during the lulls that took place during the day or night, (depending on when she was working), still surprising her. For only, if she looked out the window at the clear sunny day, she could see the water. The shoreline- the waves crashing into it, and leaving a white bubbling froth that was sucked away with the next wave made its way along. Other things that surprised her was how cozy the interior was- especially when compared to one of the other local favorites, (if you could call it that), the Kelp Bar. It had an interior of light wood, something like oak she supposed, if it wasn't oak, as it didn't seem as grainy. There were a mixture of square and rectangular tables made to match, that were carved simply yet elegantly, and not falling apart. They had chairs to match even these, and a few benches for the longer tables, although things stuck to mainly chairs. None of them seemed to have cushion, but the posh as it were, brought their own on occasion, so their rumps wouldn't hurt after sitting on them for so long. There were little nooks and alcoves too, where people could find a sense of privacy if they needed it- either to study or to work, or just plain simply to be alone. She didn't remember as much back in Ravok. There didn't seem to be a place quite like this. But then again, even those similar places weren't exactly the same- something always divided them, so you could still tell them apart. At least, that was what Talya thought anyway. Today, she wore her dress, the black one, which hugged her form. Over the skirt, she had tied a half apron- she had been supplied it for the times she came into work by her employer, so that the patrons could spot her even more easily. At the end of her shift she would return it for someone else to use, and the next day, she would put it right back. Her hair was done into a braid, so that it would remain out of the way, and out of the drinks, as everyone preferred. Her boots clicked softly on the wooden floors, as she made her way around the Quill's Rest, a steaming hot container of kelp tea resting between her two hands- she had been instructed to go around the room giving refills to those who asked, and taking their money if and when they did so. There didn't seem to many people who waved her over right now, as many were still enjoying their previous glasses, or staunchly avoiding what the place had to offer, and were simply enjoying the time they spent amongst friends or colleagues, or even a mixture of both, assuming if they came with anyone at all. After all, there were always a few two seater tables that remained occupied by a single party. These, Talya had grown to know were best to ignore, usually they got their drink, sat down and did their own thing. They'd get a little grouchy if you interrupted them too, even if it was just to top off their drink. But this didn't bother her much, she had learned not to let it do so in the time she had spent working at the joint. But that wasn't important now, she realized, as a peachy wave crossed her field of vision. Someone was calling, she had work to do. She realized it was a young man of perhaps eighteen. With blue eyes and a strangely small nose, simple blue trousers with a matching top. In a few strides, Talya had managed to squeeze and weaver herself around a few tables to get to his, and stand over him. "Did you want some more kelp tea?" she asked, as the jug issued steam upward, into her face. The man nodded. "Here you go," Talya said as she moved her hands closer, and then tipped the jug over, refilling his glass. "Thank you," he said, as he set some money on the table. "You're welcome," Talya replied, as she pulled her left hand off the side of the container, picked up the money, and headed back to the counter, stopping only once to refill another mug, and take another person's money on the way there. Once there, she handed the money to the person behind the counter- a gruff looking man today, and smiled, before sitting down at the bar and waiting for someone else to order, or wave her over for a refill.

[Talya]

During her down time, Talya liked to people watch almost as much as she liked to practice her magic. After all, it wasn't noticeable, no one would find out. So, she surveyed the room and looked for someone who looked as though they would be interesting. Finally, her eyes settled on an individual who was seated across from a short, fair looking woman with blue eyes. The individual was a male, who appeared to be in his early thirties. He had short wavy hair the color of henna, with a beard and mustache of the same shade. His eyes were a grassy green, his nose flattened, and a little bulbous. He wore lather boots, with a beige colored pant tucked into them, and a green shirt, which enhanced the color of his eyes. Talya kept on studying him- he appeared slight of build, an academic she supposed, as her eyes narrowed, but only slightly, so that it wouldn't be noticeable. Then another breath and his aura came into view. It was a bright yellow, nearly the same shade as the sun. It smelled of the salt of the sea, coupling with the musk of elderly books. It tasted of nothing, but sounded like pages of a book being turned rapidly. An academic, was right, it seemed. And one filled with life, and a love for his work, she guessed, as she continued to study the billowing mass. There was a tap on her shoulder. Talya turned her gaze away from the man at the table. With her concentration broken, the aura faded away into nothingness. She blinked a few times as her temples began to throb dully, more from the magic than the noise level within the establishment. She shook her head out, and turned to face the interruption. It was the man behind the bar. He was pointed out ahead of them, and to the left a little bit. "Table nine is calling for you Tal," he said. "Oh, sorry," the Ethaefal stammered, her cheeks growing warm as they turned red. "Couldn't see them for a moment there," she added as she hopped off the bar stool, grabbed the container with the kelp tea, and ambled hurriedly over to the table in question, without so much as smoothing out her skirt. Talya flashed the biggest smile she could manage as she approached the side of the table. There were four people seated at it. Older students by the look of things. Humans, all somewhere in their twenties. All men. All with similar appearances- dark brown hair, deep brown eyes the color of chocolate, pale skin, big noses, with strange black robes with white trim in the way of clothing. "Hi there!" the Ethaefal said a little too cheerily in her best common, the obsidian expanse of her eyes surveying the table. "Can I get any of you a refill?" she asked. There were a few nods, and a few mugs pushed forward across the table, so they would be easier for her to reach. One of the boys covered the expenses for the group, as he flopped some money down on the table. Talya smiled, as she reached for the nearest mug, and then refilled it, before moving on to the next one, nearly filling it to the brim with the green, steaming liquid. The grey mist curling over her hands, and winding around her wrist. "Is that all you guys need?" Talya asked, to receive a few nods from the group. "Alright then, just give a holler if you need anything else," she said smartly, as she slid her left hand across the table to retrieve the few mizas they had left there for her. It was then that the closest boy, to her right, shot his hand forward and dropped more money on the table. He and she had realized they had miscounted the cost the first time. Their hands brushed, his was a bit clammy, as though he had just broken out in a cold sweat. She blushed, but luckily it didn't show up much with her skin tone. "Sorry," she stammered. "What for?" he asked. "There's no need for you to be sorry," he replied with a smirk. "Oh yeah?" Talya asked as she stood in place, eying him. The nearly empty jug of tea balanced in both of her hands, her hip jutting out to the side.

[Talya]

"Yeah," the boy replied confidently. "And why is that, exactly?" Talya asked, as her brow furrowed. The boy reached up and pressed his palm against Talya's right hand for a moment. It was less clammy than before, but still fairly cool. She smiled uneasily, not wanting to seem as though she were the mean waitress at the establishment, (which meant she likely wouldn't be tipped as well, and invited to work as often). His fingers forced a wedge between hers, and slowly, he nudged the jug just a bit out of the way, so that he could grab her and pull her near. "Because I think you're cute," he replied, whispering in her ear. Although she supposed it was loud enough still for most everyone around the table to hear. She blushed harder. "Yeah?" she asked, as she straightened out and gave his hand a little squeeze, not sure what else to do. The boy nodded. "S'pose you should ask me on a date then," Tal teased. "Maybe." "Why don't you?" the others chimed in. "Why won't you?" she asked. The first boy shrugged. "Don't know." "Afraid, or intimidated?" she asked, as she let her left hand fall away, until it met with the man's shoulder. Her palm wrapping around the bony area, and squeezing a little, while her fingers roamed. So it was like a mini massage in some ways, especially because her hands were warm from holding the container with the tea, and something to urge him on. "Neither," the boy stammered, as the Ethaefal's hand roamed across his neck. Her eyes locked on his. "Then ask me," she instructed as she wove her hypnotic djed into her words. The boy gulped. "Now," she added. The boys chuckled, but seemed to egg the first of them on, as Talya set her hand firmly in the center of the man's back, and crept closer, so that she hovered directly over him between tables. "Ok," he stammered, clearly embarrassed. "Will you go out on a date with me, tomorrow? I can meet you here after your shift." Talya's eyes sparkled. "No," she said with a triumphant smile, as she pulled her hand off of him, gathered the money at the center of the table and walked away. The laughter of the other boys echoing in her ears a little as she moved over to the bar and handed over the money, before going to refill the container with the tea, which was now beginning to look a little cold. OOCSorry you had to read through these horrid seduction attempts.