Myth and Legend

[Freyja]

Checking her phone, the tall, Amazonian Dane saw that business in her own bar was, apparently, booming tonight. The twins were blowing up her messenger, telling her that, for all it was worth, she was really missing out. She wasn’t worried about it, though.

Freyja had fed, she’d been prepared for coming into Cali’s bar, after the last time. That had been a mess if she’d ever dealt with one. She swiped the screen clear and turned to one of her childe’s bartenders, offering the man a thousand kilowatt smile as she tapped at her empty glass. She didn’t have to offer a word and the man was gone, off to retrieve a refill. She chuckled to herself, long, delicate fingers passing through a tousled mane of golden curls as she turned to sweep an icy gaze across the crowded club. It was a busy night all over, it seemed. She wondered at the celebration, or the state of the city that would call out so many of the night crawlers to troll the bars all around town.

She idly rapped her nails against the lacquered bar, her heel dangling from her toes as it tapped out the beat to the music playing against the leg of her stool, before she lifted her phone and tapped out a message to Caligrace.

TEXT
TO: CALIGRACE

I’m here, girl.
Let’s get this
party started.

She tapped at the screen and the message was on its way. She turned the phone on its face and went back to watching the crowd. She was fed, but she could still see herself out there now, prowling the crowd, finding her prey. It was, without a doubt, one of her favorite pass times. Most of them considered it a curse, they hated what they had to do, what they had become.

Freyja reveled in it.

She loved being what she was, and what she could do. She smiled, thinking to herself as she swiped the fresh glass from the bar as the bartender slid it to her, and lifted it to her lips.

[Lana Wilson (DELETED 10168)]

Adjusting her bag on her right shoulder, Lana sighs as she eyes up the outside of the bar. Seems busy but what bar isn't, she thought to herself. Taking her phone out of her pocket she groans as it dies in her hands.
"Great..." she whispers to herself.
She stands up straight taking a deep breath. She usually doesn't like busy areas, but her stress levels are at a high, she needs a drink of some sort to calm her down.

Being the new girl in town is always a nerve wracking feeling. From the amount of times she has moved for work she should be used to it. But it gets harder each time.

Trying to put her feelings aside, she takes another deep breath as she sets foot into the bar.

[Caligrace]

“Girl, you are not going to believe this,” a soft spoken voice chimed from behind the counter, a second before two vibrant blue eyes peeked over the register, “I mean, please don’t hate me, but I need tonight off…” The words came out in a rush as she watched Vienna run a slender, pale hand through her hair, a curl of blonde escaping to bounce in front of her face. It wasn’t surprising, and what was even less shocking, was the way she kept casting nervous glances to the end of the bar, where a muscled man in a shirt two sizes too small sat.

“Of course, Vie. Go ahead and clock out, I’ll just call Fate in, again. I’m sure she’s game for even more overtime.” There was a bite to her words, but she felt little remorse as she watched the blonde flinch before gathering her bags. It took her an entire two seconds to swipe her card, and soon, she was rushing out from behind the counter and right into the arms of her husband. If only you knew what he did at night, she thought as she glanced to her phone as her sire’s name passed across the screen. Instead of responding, she sent out a quick text to her thrall and headed down the counter until she found the Dane. Leaning across the pristine surface, she pressed a kiss to her cheek and grinned. “Vie had to leave again, so it’s just me until Fate crawls her lazy *** out of bed. You’ll have to tell me what you’re drinking tonight – and, excuse me,”

Holding up a finger to silence the blonde, she smiled at the woman who had come in, amber gaze sweeping carefully across her features. “You’re new, aren’t you? What are you having, doll?” The question was directed at Lana, even as she reached beneath the counter and pulled free a few extra shot glasses as she watched a few more stumble through the door.

[Freyja]

Giving the soft redhead at her side a smile, she returned the kiss with a squeeze of the woman’s hips, her arm having snaked its way around her for a brief embrace before she let the woman slip back into her work, both of their attention snagged by the fresh face.

This one looked new, like fresh off the boat new.

That gave the giantess a wicked smile, her fingernails tapping against the bar again as she looked the woman over. She was definitely new. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind about that. She stood out like a sore thumb in this place. The woman gave a quiet chuckle in her throat, the sound lost in the din of the bar as she rattled her now empty glass, the ice chips clinking against he walls of the square glass. She let her gaze waver only briefly to Cali. “Cosmo tonight. I was feeling… girly.” She smiled, and turned her eyes back to the woman, without interrupting. There was plenty of time for questions; plenty of time for socialization.

The night, after all, was more than young.

She let her fingers dip into her glass, plucking a thin chip of ice from the drained drink, and popped it between her lips, sucking on the chill shape as she finally let her eyes wander from the woman, though she remained in the woman’s attention, just inside the peripheral of her view. She was suspicious, to say the least.

[Lana Wilson (DELETED 10168)]

Lana smiles softly back at them as she makes her way closer to the bar, dodging a lot of drunk people along the way.
"Hi, yes I'm new...I'm Lana." She couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, a feeling that she couldn't describe was starting to mess with her. Trying to shake it off she slowly drops her bag at her feet as she sits upon a stool facing the bar.
She felt quite pale faced compared to everyone else due to how she didn't make effort with her make up today. Great. Another thing to be conscious about.
"Do you mind if I have a double Malibu and coke?" She forces a smile towards the lady behind the bar.

[Caligrace]

“What you’re saying is, I need to keep an eye on you,” she teased her sire, even as she began to mix her drink. It didn’t take her long – though she wasn’t the best. She owned the place, she didn’t necessarily know how to run it. Sliding the glass towards the blonde, she turned her attention back to the stranger, smile warm, despite the wariness in her gaze. The girl looked unassuming enough, but that didn’t mean much when it came to the general population anymore.

“It’s nice to meet you, Lana. I’m Caligrace, and that beautiful girl over there is Freyja. Myth is my bar, and she owns the lesbian bar across the road,” she said by way of introduction, before her attention turned to the bottles behind her. In a matter of seconds, she had the drink mixed, and though she inspected it a few moments longer, she finally relinquished her hold and offered it to the woman. “Where are you from?”

[Lana Wilson (DELETED 10168)]

Lana smiles at them both, "it's nice to meet you!"
She gratefully takes the drink and takes a quick sip. The taste of the liquid instantly calming her down a little. She sets her glass onto the bar table and subconsciously plays with her fingers, "well I've been traveling a lot so I haven't really been back there for a while. It's just a small town a few hours away. Do you know of any motels near by? I need a place to stay for a while before I find a job...I'm hoping to stay here for a while."
Lana looks around at all of the people laughing and drinking and can't help but feel out of place. She holds in a sigh and looks back to the two women, smiling a little.

[Freyja]

With a grin of thanks to her eldest, she took her glass in hand and sipped at the fresh contents. She shook her head at the redhead’s words, and gave her a pointed look. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. I am perfectly innocent.” Her Danish brogue was thick on her tongue tonight, a sure sign she had plenty of drink already at this point in the evening, which was usually the case, if she were honest.

She turned back to the fresh-faced woman and offered her a nod, and pat at the stool at her side. “Why don’t you have a seat?” She smiled warmly as the woman took a stool, and she cast a quick glance to her progeny, watching as she worked with a feline dexterity behind the bar. She didn’t think the woman gave herself enough credit. Though, she was certainly biased. She only dealt in quality, and Caligrace was certainly quality goods.

She took another sip and set her glass down, her hands moving to pluck a chip of ice from her first empty glass and sliding it between her lips again, to keep her idle tongue busy. It was, without a doubt, her quickest giveaway. She had an excessive amount of power over the human populace, and she often found herself having to work at keeping her power from leaking is way into her words. With a tongue of silver and the will of a lion, she was admittedly more than capable of the dominion she kept over her small brood of thralls, but the way her power folded over her in the face of strangers was, as she was thankful, almost natural. Unless she allowed her discipline to slip, she might never be discovered.

She ran her finger along the mouth of her glass as she allowed her attention to remain captivated, waiting for the answer to her childe’s question; where indeed did this stranger wander in from?