[Esha Mullur]

The bar’s cacophony of noise would quickly find a new instrument, the clacking of heels on its hardwood floor. Nothing necessarily unique to a bar’s atmosphere, but it would certainly draw some attention, that much Esha was certain of.

She walked with purpose, as she normally did, though did her best to be at least somewhat casual about it. She approached the bar’s counter before so much as looking around. She huffed a small sigh of encouragement, then shifted her gaze at the reflective surface of the metal napkin dispenser. Briefly, she got an eyeful of herself. Makeup wasn’t running, lipstick was still the same crimson red that it was when she left her apartment. She subtly stretched her bare neck, ensuring that the concealer she applied was doing its job and hiding her gills from sight. Not even a hint or a mark, she was getting good at this.

She rubbed a hand over her bare forearm, the smoothness of her quill-less skin ensuring her that everything was still going according to plan. Shaving herself from head to toe was no small feat, but she earned that time. She got her course work finished, she handed in her paperwork at the hospital, all in record time. The next couple hours were allotted for her. Her and the aqua-turquoise sequin dress that she was… borrowing from a friend. It was complemented by a silk scarf draped over her shoulder.

Her elbows were placed on the bar’s counter, her hand slicking the ‘hair’ on her head back. She fashioned the quills on her head into a kind of ponytail, though the tail part was more of a coned explosion of prickly bits, all secured by hair tie. Esha was just ensuring that it stayed in place, all while her eyes drifted to a young woman sitting alone at a table. She had long flowing locks, her complexion and general appearance more casual, as if she came to the bar on a whim and a fleeting thought. As she sat there scrolling through her phone, a bartender came along, placing a drink in front of her, much to her surprise. There was a brief interaction between the two before the bartender pointed out a man on the other side of the bar. He waved to the long-haired girl, giving a little brow waggle. A burning jealousy glowed within Esha’s green eyes, enough to convince her to look away.

Tapping a finger on the counter to arouse the attention of the barkeep, she casually asked for a Peach Bellini. In the meantime, she was still stewing a bit. These normal girls with their normal hair. Hair wasn’t a gift, yet her prickly thorns were supposed to be? Why? Sure, they made her different, but not in the good way. It wasn’t like she could shoot lightning from her fingers or cause plants to grow with the snap of her fingers. No, she was the amazing prickly haired woman, someone who had to shave daily if she wanted to show any part of her body that wasn't her face.

Focus, Esha, negativity isn’t becoming of you. She took a meditative breath and recentered her posture, standing straight and proud. The gods made you this way for a reason, she reminded herself. Good things will come to those that bring positivity to the world.

@deacon

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Deacon was the type of guy to grab the first pieces of clothing on his wardrobe and call it a day for any occasion, doesn't matter if he is going for a jog or to a party, he throws a shirt, jacket, jeans, boots or shoes and heads out. Most of the time he has to wear his MC's patches, they're basically his second skin. More out of choice then obligation, its not like they're in Los Eurosia to fly the flag and it might be a good idea to go attract less attention, but being part of a club is all Deacon knows, it is where he belongs.

There are two things on his appearance that he really takes care of. The first one is his hair, smoke and grease doesn't equal quality hair, so he has to take constant care to keep them pristine, every week he takes care of his hair and makes no effort to hide it. Since he can't grow a good and long beard, at least he makes it do with a long and blonde slicked back hair. The second thing is his hygiene. While his skin is gruff from years of hard labor at a repair shop and he doesn't care enough to get it smooth, just because you're a mechanic doesn't mean you have to live neck deep in grease and dust, constant baths and washing hands is good enough to keep the grease away, but picking the right soap and wearing clean clothes is the right step in smelling your best. Deacon also spares no expense on perfume and deodorant.

Parking his motorcycle outside he arrives at the bar wearing a brown leather jacket with a grey T-shirt underneath, dark pants and black boots. His jacket didn't have a patch yet, that was his "civilian" jacket. Deacon only wanted to have a quiet drink on the bar without someone asking about his MC, today he wanted to let his hair down and have a day just for himself, no repair shop or MC stress to worry about. His sunglasses were folded on the collar of his shirt, while he is not the sunglasses at night kinda guy, he never leaves his home without it in his posession. 

Entered the bar with heavy and confident steps, heading straight for the counter. At first he sat close to the counter to scope out the place. See if there was anyone that could be trouble or anything that caught his eye on, maybe a bit of company, he doesn't need to sulk alone in a corner. Tapping his finger on the table to call the attention of the barkeep he asked "Keep it simple, just a Caipirinha for now." while he preferred something a little more on the heavy side, it was still too early and he didn't exactly came here to get plastered, not today.

While he waited for his drink he took another glance at the establishment. Not much caught his eyes at first, until he noticed a woman in a sequin dress and a silk scarf draped over her shoulder. She was stunningly beautiful and from the looks of it she didn't have company, well, at least not yet. She was different, he could sense it, being an outcast has its perks, he knows when someone doesn't exactly fit in. Not that its a bad thing on his books, if anything at least it will be a good conversation. 

If she looked at him it wouldn't be hard to see that he had his gaze on her, either way he was only going to make a move when she notices him. At first he would have smiled, and when his Caipirinha arrives, he is going to get up to casually walk towards her. His steps were confident and despite being his first time there, he walked as if he owned the place.

"Its a beautiful night for a drink, isn't it? Mind if I buy you one? Today I feel like celebrating." He prefers skipping over the small talk, although introductions are still important. "My name is Deacon Blakerson and if you're wondering the occasion, well, just moved to Los Eurosia and finally had some time to put my feet up." It was true, he didn't have much time to relax between moving out to a new place and taking over the repair shop, making sure everything was in working order. 

"Liking the town so far, business is good at the repair shop, there are some beautiful sights and enough places to wind down after a long day." A smirk appears on his lips. "It will be a perfect day with the right company." 


Esha Mullur

[Esha Mullur]

Esha kept her eyes peeled, head slowly panning from one end of the bar to the other. She was carefully weighing her options, mentally placing Xs and Os over the people she was glancing over. Unfortunately, she was seeing more of the latter. She was starting to feel that she was perhaps too picky for her own good. Such problems solved themselves pretty quickly though. She noticed an O noticing her. More than that though, his searching eyes translated to movement and he was sauntering right over to her.

Briefly, she mused upon how American girls typically acted in situations like this. This was, after all, a very American man. Real rough and tumble type of guy, but he cleaned up nice, as could be told from his wafting musky scent. Esha had both elbows against the bar top, her back leaning against the counter. Cool and casual. “Mhm, beautiful night. Of course you-” as she agreed to his offer though, her Bellini was plopped down next to her. “Well, you can get me the next one” she corrected as she took a small sip from her straw.

Instinctively, Esha bowed her head slightly at Deacon’s introduction. “Oh! Good reason to celebrate! Welcome to Los Eurosia. I’m a bit fresh to the city as well, it’s…” upon compiling her opinion of the city, she couldn’t help but to flashback to Noah showing up at her door, bleeding profusely from his abdomen. “Uh, never a dull moment, for sure” she continued with a strangely confident hesitancy.

The mention of his repair shop didn’t come as much of a surprise to Esha, he certainly seemed like a blue-collar gentleman, the kind of guy who works with his hands. Big strong hands. She could easily envision him throwing her over his shoulder. “Oh yes, many beautiful places” she repeated with a smile as she stirred the straw of her drink. She then looked to him with a curious eye. “If you found the right company, what’s the first place that comes to mind?” she asked with a witty curiosity.