Jevi

Something about this didn't feel right. A hand outstretched towards her, rather than the ginger Lancaster was associated with; his wife. His wife he spoke so dearly of him in his absence. His wife who lured him here so she could share a dance with her beloved. His wife who was currently drunk off her ass, stumbling her way into a chair. She'll be fine, Jevi thought to herself. Just a night of innocent fun. "I will try not to bite.." "I can't say that I won't" But would she? Jevi had no experience in this, no real experience in flirting. She just did what felt right

Dangerous? The only thing dangerous about Mari right now was that she was so deep in her cups that she might light the place ablaze if she exhaled too close to an open flame. She would breathe in the other woman's scent once more, the alluring aroma of sweat binding her perfume and the whiskey together. Mari's back pressed- no, held- against her torso, chest leaning into the exposed shoulders of the shorter woman as they swayed to the music. The two caught each other's gaze, icy orbs of azure melting behind partially closed eyelids as Jevi leaned even more into Mari. A curious hand

"We could find you shomeone? Maybe not though... I don't -" Jevi did find someone though. Perhaps not a lover or someone to keep her bed warm like Mari was insinuating, but she found someone to spend time with. Connect with. Jevi wasn't feeling lonely, for once in a long time, and that's all she could ask for. Even if it was a bit too soon to call this woman her friend, at least, for tonight, they could act like it. For now, that was enough. "Well, I've used my name at least." "Hey, not my fault you're not good at the masquerade game." Jevi teased her. "Besides, I techni.

Her tired legs threatened to buckle beneath her weight, knees trembling with each step. The mud squelched beneath her boots as she struggled to move, each step harder to take than the last. The rain pelted her like bullets that soaked her to the very core. How much longer would this take? There, in front of them, an old rickety tavern.. finally some salvation. Though the flickering candle of hope that had ignited within her was snuffed out. No matter how much she walked, how much she fought against the elements, their destination never seemed to get any closer. She couldn't do it anymore, she

"Wha?" Jevi blinked behind her mask. Mari had gotten the impression that Jevi was irritated that Lancaster had showed up, despite their doubts. Did Jevi have a twinge of jealousy, especially after seeing how head-over-heels she was for the man? Yes. Was she going to admit that? Absolutely not. "Nah nah." Jevi dismissed the claims with a wave of her hand. "Just got a bit defensive, thought some rando was tryin' to smooth us over, butter us up." She shrugged her shoulders lazily, "Maybe its the alcohol, I dunno.. been awhile since I've.. felt it." "Guess if you wanna blame it on some

The attacker scurried off the moment they felt Jevi's grip loosen on the handful of hair. Dipping out of the club with their metaphorical tail between their legs. She followed his retreat, making sure he were headed towards the front door. Hopefully Oscar's bouncer could do their job next time and keep uninvited guests out. Then again, was anyone really 'uninvited' if Oscar dropped flyers on every single open floor? Averting her gaze from the front door to the establishment, she would give a sweeping look at the players around her. The ones that just stood and watched as a woman was

"You good Mari?" Jevi would ask her words rum-soaked yet there was still care and concern in her voice. Mari's demeanor had changed abruptly, suddenly appearing as if she was about to have a panic attack. "He-hey" she would reach out to put a hand on her shoulder, raising to her feet at the same time Mari turned to face the man. Was this someone she recognized? Despite their masked appearances, he had many striking features that stood out amongst the crowd. And his accent was very unique, within Aincrad at least. Would be hard for him to hide in a crowd of people who knew him. More import

"I gotta better idea." The redhead was suddenly much closer to her than she was too seconds ago. Knees and shoulders bumped awkwardly as she entered Jevi's space, practically leaning into her as she scoured her inventory for something. Sipping from her drink, she watched over Mari's shoulder as a finger scrolled through the massive list of items. The names of various equipment and consumables flew by, too fast for her to make out anything eye catching. A familiar looking crystal materialized into Mari's open palm, she recognized it as, basically, a camera crystal. A selfie? she thought to

Thread Complete Rewards Total Words: 12,949 Jevi | T.5 | 12949 EXP Hirru | T.11 | 28488 EXP Both players receive: <<Lightweight>> buff

"If shomeone as debashed as me can find love, you can too." It was nice to hear it from someone else, a complete stranger at that. Propping an elbow on the bar beside her, she would rest the side of her jaw upon her upright first. Finishing the last of her drink, she looked to the other woman with a smile. "I've only truly loved one man.. Well, there was one before SAO but -" her smile was wiped away in an instant, a memory she did not want to recall or talk about. Ever again. " Well they had other intentions.. The guy I ran into here was sweet. A pain in the ass, kinda full of hims

"Fuck it." Hirru mimicked her vulgar air of nonchalance, the corners of her lips fighting a smile as the rim of the glass pressed against her lips. Slowly at first, she would tilt the cup upwards to get a taste of.. whatever this was. Pausing for a moment to smack her lips, she looked into translucent, gold colored pool of, what she assumed was, some sort of wine. "Its sweet." she spoke her observation into the glass before taking another long drink. The liquid traveled down her throat, a familiar warmth left in its wake. That same heat in her stomach and chest accompanied by a buzz behin

The blurry visage of H.P's was barely visible through the thick fog. Like a shining beacon of hope, despite its exterior being anything but glimmering. Who would have thought that she would be so happy to see a run down, probably haunted bar. "Almost.. there.." she huffed as she put all her weight against pushing the wagon. The stretch of road leading up to the tavern seemed never ending, and she felt her feet sinking deeper into the sludge with each step. For a moment, she could have sworn that hands were reaching from the earth, grabbing at her ankles and trying to pull her under.. but at th

"I'll get the rope up on the rig. You might have a better shot popping the lock with your weapon." Easier said than done. Wrapping enough rope to feed through the pulley system around her shoulder, Jevi made the climb up the mast. The powerful wind threatened to toss Jevi back to the deck of the ship - or, worse, into the water - whipping her in each direction. It also didn't help that the ladder was slippery from the constant rain. As long as she kept slow and steady, she would be fine. Hooking an arm and leg around the rungs of the ladder, Jevi had a bit more maneuverability to fe

The swarm of spiders was never ending pouring from the bag like squirming black ink. Not even water seemed to slow their approach as they continued to scurry across Jevi's form. The tingling itch of thousands of tiny legs across every surface of her body, her only solution to tear the skin off of her bones. Nails dug into her collarbones as she shrieked out in pure horror, ready to rip and tear at her flesh until she couldn't feel anything anymore. A sudden, squeezing pressure and a warmth that startled her, but quelled her panicking. Looking down first at the arms that embraced her, she

"Have you been...hurt before?" Jevi's smile faded, the glass nearly slipping from her fingertips as Mari's tapped against hers. Though quick reflexes, she secured it again before it crashed against the bar below. At least the drink wasn't affecting that. Not yet at least. Jevi didn't want to talk about her past, especially not about Alex's past. Not yet. She had only just met this woman, more importantly, she wasn't ready to hear the stories of her tattered past on her own voice. Again, not yet. "Too many times to count." she managed to maintain her composure, trying to play it