The Lady in Black (Auguste)

[Verilian]

The Lady in Black Timestamp: 61st of Spring, 512 AV Location: The Silver Sliver Tavern Ravok. A place of romance and beauty. It never ceased to amaze, filled with sights that no other place in Mizahar could match. It was strange how so few seemed to appreciate it, taking the city for granted like they did, but Auguste appreciated it. He always had. But there were some things that could draw even his eye from the sailing ravosalas and the sunset on the canals. She was stunning, dressed in black, with lush red lips and a body that made men weak in the knees. Not a single eye went unturned when she entered the Silver Sliver tavern and made her way to a seat on the par, her legs crossed as she sat sideways on the stool and ordered a fancy drink most people probably didn't know the name of. None of this might have mattered to Auguste, though he surely would have appreciated the sight as much as the rest of the men, but it likely wouldn't have registered as anything too out of the ordinary had he not noticed her eyes. She as looking at him, and when she noticed that he noticed she winked and offered Auguste a smile that was as beautiful as the sunset. What was such a woman doing in a place like the Silver Sliver, and what was she doing looking at Auguste? But after the wink she broke contact, coyly turning away as another man approached her and tried to flirt. He didn't last long. Whatever she said she shot him down and he relented, but even as they talked she stole a glance at Auguste, and when the man left her eyes darted to the stool next to her before she turned away again. Could Auguste resist such an obvious invitation, or would it be up to her to come to him?

[Auguste]

Another silly child engrossed in his own little world. The Silver Sliver was beginning to become Auguste's favorite hang-out. He sat there, motionless, as he eyed the rippling canal waters and the ravosalas that cruised across it. He was in a trance again, a blissful daydream that had cut him off from reality and his surroundings. The boisterous noises of drunken men, sloshing liquid, and clacking mugs were subdued and muted, and while he sat frozen, so did his environment, seemingly. He was a mannequin, poised among other wax dolls who were all made to pose at an exaggerated position as they all continued on in their merriment. But, one woman seemed to go against the laws of his mind, the laws of his imagination. She was a moving statue. She sashayed over to the bar fluidly, with her ridiculously sheer auburn hair, porcelain skin, and enticingly red lips. All the other mannequins swerved from their poses to view her, to marvel at her beauty and her allure. Her sudden entrance shattered the stillness of the atmosphere as he imagined it, and once again, he was brought back to life. He stared at her, he watched her, he looked at her from head to toe as she walked past him. She had on an all-black attire, one that was formfitting, accentuating the curves of her captivating body. Her long, wavy hair was reminiscent of fine leather, with not a single wrinkle in sight. She sat on a barstool and assumed a flirtatious pose as she crossed her pale legs and ordered a drink. He watched in silence, as the others did. Clearly, this woman was the definition of lust and attraction. He remained still as he found his eyes meeting with hers, but found himself unable to contain his shock and excitement as she flashed him a smile and a suggestive wink. Surely this woman hadn't meant that to be for him? He glanced at those around him, only to find that they have nervously resumed their conversations, drinking to their heart's content. He was the only one paying attention. As he turned to face her once more, he found that she was not only holding a drink, but was being faced with a brave, if not mildly intoxicated, young man. The frown that his smirk had contorted into gave Auguste the assumption that he was shot down in the most embarrassing manner imaginable. He coughed as the failed suitor sauntered off, only to find that she was eyeing him once more. Could she really be interested in him? Auguste found it hard to believe, as he found her remarkably bright blue eyes gesturing over to the empty stool beside her. It was now or never, and besides, he hadn't ordered a thing since he'd arrived here. Never one to pass up a chance to spend a night conversing with a beautiful woman, he casually made his way to the bar and stood in front of the empty seat that she had originally pointed at. Smiling warmly at the bartender, and feigning obliviousness to her presence, he ordered a mug of Silver Sliver. It was an expensive, almost unreasonable purchase, but he felt the need to splurge around this woman, to show what he can do. It might've been best to save, but he still had room to spend. He rapped his fingers along the fine wood of the counter as he waited for his drink, remaining still and standing as he managed a soft, whistling tune. He felt uncomfortable sitting down and speaking -- next to an attractive woman, to an attractive woman. Her beauty and magnetism had sapped out all his confidence and self-esteem, it seemed. Nonetheless, he successfully subdued all ounces of insecurity and uncertainty as his drink arrived not too long after he had ordered. Mouthing his thanks, he gingerly pulled at the barstool and took a seat. Silently, shyly, he stared into the silverly liquid and wondered what to do. It all seemed planned, it all looked planned. But they didn't know each other, and he wasn't quite sure what exactly he was doing. He couldn't find the words, he couldn't find the actions. Silently, he gathered up his courage, cupped the mug with one hand, and took a swig of the delicious drink. It burned his tongue and his throat, and left a deliciously spicy aftertaste. He grinned at the familiar taste of the liquid. He turned to the woman, whose luscious red lips almost sent him into an internal rampage. He kept his toothy smirk as his eyes gazed into hers, momentarily glancing down at her distractingly bright mouth, before fixating his own chocolate brown orbs on her sky-blue ones. "Hello there," he said calmly, effortlessly. At least, it seemed that way. It took a lot out of him to say it, but at least he managed it. A hello seemed to be enough, for now. The aftermath will all depend on how she responds to it.

[Verilian]

His attempt at speaking to the woman was hardly the best pickup line she had ever heard, but it was truthfully one of the better approaches to take. Even the best pickup lines were little more than dribble, so an honest hello was a nice change. The woman smiled to herself and returned the hello, her voice soft and sultry, like melted chocolate. "Hello to you, stranger." The woman's drink was served to her, a fancy drink in a fancy glass, and she sipped at it lightly. The man was so nervous, it would take forever for him to make his move. The woman didn't have all night. When she turned to the bar to retrieve her glass and pay the bartender, she made sure to subtley brush her leg against his. The contact would either encourage the man, or scare him away, but she hoped he would be encouraged. A shy coward was of no use to her, and if he didn't muster up some balls soon she would leave him be. The woman sipped at her drink, her eyes roaming the bar, but always returning to the man next to her. She clearly wanted him to make a move, but she wasn't going to do it herself. It was important that he was willing to go for it, that he was willing to try for the things he wanted. She wouldn't wait all night, but a few chimes.. maybe. OOCSorry for taking so long on this, and then only doing a short post. It's been rather busy for me.