Baby Loves To ~Dance In The Dark~

Freya

The loud bass could be heard from the outside of the small, neon-lighted building. It's facade was quite retro, but the people inside were all very, very modern. In recent years, I've found, people have become quite difficult. With a long intake of breath, I push the heavy door open to the cool room. The scent of alchohol and the dimly-lit room was no surprise for me.
I wore a pair of black short shorts, that were around three or four inches longer than what the other girls were wearing. My cami was green, and showed the strap of my brown bra. Along my shoulderblades was a very elegant, tribal tattoo. It was black, and almost seemed three dimensional. It was in the shape of dragon wings, and reached to end of my rib cage.
"I'll have a Stella" I tell the bartender, who nods and turns quickly around to tend to my order. The black, cushioned bar stool was a cheap sort of leather that stuck to my skin and made the cushion uncomfortably warm. Deciding against that choice, I stand up and lean against the brass bar. "How's the day going, Dan?" I asked the bartender. I came here often, as a way to escape everyday life, and all the boring that came along with that.
"Pretty good, business is doing well" He says, turning around and setting an amber-colored drink in front of me. I take a sip, and set it back down. "That's good to hear" I say, flashing one of my stunning, yet mysteriously perfect, white smiles at him. He didn't get that confused look on his face as most people did when they saw my smile. He knew me well enough to not bother pondering the cause of their stellar appearance. I brush a strand of silky, black, straight black hair from my dark eyes and look back down at my beer. Running a slender finger through the head and sigh quietly to myself.

[ Uhhhmmm... I was thinking human, but idc ]

Freya

I chuckle when Dan tells me about last night's football game. He talked about the terrible plays, bad calls, and everything else that I hardly understood. Really, though, football and all other sports didn't make any sense to me. Dan turned to another customer, a bright warm smile on his round face. I then turn around as well, and head towards the booths in the back. They were more comfortable, and they were usually unoccupied. I walk towards them, then stop just centimeters short of running into a man. I step back just a little, and look up into his face. He was much taller than I was, and had warm hazel eyes. He had on a pair of jeans, and a loose black shirt. Something told me he was different. I didn't know if it was that he had on a loose black shirt that didn't scream desperate, or if it was his soft expression.
I felt my face warm, but knew my blush wouldn't show. "I'm sorry..." I say with a light chuckle and pull my jet black hair out of my eye with my fingers.

Freya

"Ummm, yea" I say and step out of his path swiftly. The movement glided like a feather drifting down from a flying bird. "There isn't much else to do around here" I say and take a drink of my beer. The hoppy taste was welcomed among my tastebuds. This preference for stout beers was passed down from my human ancestors. When beer was more common than water. I move my dark eyes back to the bar stools, and decide to sit back down. I realized then that I had been leaving because of the man, when had I let their presence frighten me?
I sit heavily down in the chair, ignoring the fake leather that rubbed my thighs uncomfortably, and focus on not biting my lip.

Freya

"I'm Freya, by the way" I said before taking a quick drink and turning awkwardly in the bar stool to she him. He was standing indecisively, as if I would bite if he came closer. I didn't blame him, most guys thought I would bite if the ventured to near. I flash a less stunning smile, one that was more subtle. "And you are?" I ask casually and lean back against the brass bar lining the countertop.

[ sorry so short =/ ]

Freya

A small, unusual feeling fluttered through me at the compliment. "It is sort of... old timey" I said and take his hand. I shake it firmly, and then released. My dark eyes lowered slightly to my feet, and I curled my toes inside my tennis shoes nervously. it had been quite a long time since I had talked with an acquaintance, and it was almost frightening. "Soo... Kevin... what are you doing around here? You seem sort of.. well... different than others"

[ lol, erk Xl ]