Come In From The Cold (Anyone)

OoC: I have just had a sudden irrepressible urge to write, so forgive me for not considering anything like plot or structure. I want this moving swiftly, so it’s open to three other people with no order whatsoever.

I'm using Nathan; you'll find his character profile in my signature.

IC:

“The winter’s just so depressing,” Nate grumbled, turning about him to see if anyone had noticed his call. The bar was filled to the brim with travellers squeezing amongst each other and belching profanities. No one was listening to him, and he slouched down on a sagging armchair. A fire crackled beside him, and every so often weak little embers spluttered onto the floor.

“I mean, all you can do is sit inside because it’s so dark and cold!” He looked around again, and still no one had noticed his cry. “You huddle up by a fire, and sit, and wait until the spring comes along and it’s warm enough to do anything. It’s a total waste of a season.”

The boy pushed himself off the chair slowly, willing someone to notice his melancholy. He doddered over to the bar, pushing morosely between two rather large women and taking a seat on a leather stool. The barman was busy, and he lowered his head to the table, praying for someone to notice.

“What can I get you, lad?”

Nate shot up sharply, taking the man in with his drooping eyes. He was dingy and dirty, smelled like whisky and had a large stain of indiscernible origin splashed across his vest. In short, he had character. “I’d like some ale, please!” Nate ushered, fighting the onset of giggles.

The barman lowered his head to the beer pump as his chubby hands groped for a mug. Nate shivered slightly at the gush of liquid oozing from the pump, and offered the man a grin as he met his eyes again.

“Here ya’ go. Don’t drink it too fast or you’ll be sick.”

Nathan laughed and flicked a coin in the man’s direction. In higher spirits he walked back to his chair and sat down. He raised the mug to his lips, lavishing the tickle of foam flowing down his throat. He took the mug away again, and sighed. “I feel better now,” he gushed to himself. “But I do wish I had someone to talk to.”

OoC: So, yes. Your character can be in the bar, or they can enter it, or whatever your heart desires. Have fun.

OoC: Wrote a quick one. I'll be using Jezebel for this.

BiC: Downing her seventh jug of the bars finest drink the Jezebel felt relaxed enough to for the moment. She really didn’t have any plans of doing anything else, but drink and stay warm. She watched the people around the bar drinking and having fun acting like fools. Most of the woman in the place looked like sluts in her mind. She couldn’t believe it herself how many of them were on top of the other men.

She missed being able to relax haven’t been so busy with her other work. Men would come to her table and talk to her, but she haven’t found any of them worth her time to day. She came here to rest nothing more. She knew most of the people in here where to drunk to know what their actions had so she tried not to judge too much.

“Hey little lady. How about you come show me what you got down there?” One man said to her trying to reach down to touch her. She moved out her seat letting the drunken fool off on his face. She thought how she would kill him if he wasn’t so drink.

“Can I get you other drink Jezy?” the bartender asked clearly having the hot for her.

“Yeah, I’ll take another one,” she replied noticing an odd looking fellow off by himself. He didn’t seem out of his mind drunk, she thought haven’t lost the only other table where one was at. She took her drink and left the man another big bill.

“Can I sit over here?” she asked pointing to the empty chair across the table.

Nathan looked up from his mug, meeting eyes with a girl, not much older than him. She’s quite decent-looking, he thought to himself smugly, locking eyes with the girl. And she obviously adores me. The explorer ushered his free hand to the empty seat, glinting his ale-soaked teeth in the process.

“Be my guest,” he said altogether very suavely. “I understand how lonely these long winter nights can be.”

The girl smiled, as if she’d heard the same cheesy lines all night. She thumped her mug on the table between the two chairs and sat down. Nathan continued regardless:

“So where do you come from? I can tell by your face you’re not from around here; I’m not a local either: England, born and bred!” The boy smirked at his own wit and set his mug beside the woman’s. He leaned forward, closer to the beer and the fire, and listened to the reply.

“Everywhere and nowhere I guess you can say,” she replied to his questioned noticing the look on his face. “I traveled a lot with my family so I got never stayed in one place for too long.” She took another sip of her drink resting her back against the wall feeling the heat of the flames brush against her body.

She’d lied to the boy, but she thought it would be better than tell him the truth. Not too many people would believe her story even if she showed them with their own eyes. She whole life seemed like a lie even to her: now more than ever.

“So,” she said grabbing her drink from the table, “What bring someone like you all the way out here by yourself?” She asked drinking what’s left and closing her eyes. The warm of the fire had relaxed her uneasy body finally. I feel good now, she thought to herself wondering if she’d over did it on the drinks yet.

This girl is most definitely interesting, Nathan thought as he stared at her pulsating mouth. Sounds like her life’s been just as exciting as mine.

The girl’s mouth stopped moving, and it occurred to Nathan that she had asked a question. “Well,” he began, pulling his eyebrows upwards and yawning, “like I said, I was born in England.”

The woman leaned in closer and gave Nathan a scowl. He got the feeling that he wasn’t the first male to irritate her that night.

“And, uh, yes. I didn’t like it, so I got on a boat and sailed to Madagascar. I got kidnapped by some pirates there.” The boy stopped a moment and looked away over-dramatically, but the girl didn’t seem fazed. He continued, “Then I just started generally exploring places, wandering around and meeting people. It’s been fun!”

Nate felt quite dazed after his spew of words. He grabbed his mug roughly and took a large swig, his eyes still honed in on the girl. He liked her eyes. They were soft and green – full of understanding. Replacing the mug, he still kept looking into the girl’s earthy eyes, even when she raised her eyebrow and glared. He realized that he was staring and sharply veered his sight toward the fire.

“Um, do you come here often?”

That’s an odd question , she thought rubbing her tired eyes. She hadn’t been at pace in some long this felt like a dream to her. This begun to slow down from the earlier party. She watched a few of the woman in the place leave drunk. “No. I’m on break right now. Work been slow right now.” she said yawing as she called over the bartender to bring her another one.

“Though, this isn’t my first time drinking. Though, it drink more to relax than to be drunk of my ass,” she said picking at her red hair. I really need to wash my hair more, she thought looking at it. I wonder if there is a place to stay. Outside wouldn’t be wise tonight. She glanced over at the man that hadn’t really taken his eyes off of her. I guess I could use him to find some place for me to stay.

“Do you know where a inn or something is in this town” she asked hoping not to put any weird ideas in to his head. Though, she pretty much knew it was going to happen. “Just for tonight. I have to get back to work in the morning.”