Violetti
Your Local Boba Addict
|Mood: Exhausted, intrigued | Location: Deirfiur Bar |Interacting: Leon DVationz | |Mentioned: Amaya
But there was a stop she needed to make before heading back to the complex. The fancy bar everyone was talking about lately. Yes. She had even heard about it several hours away. Of course, she wasn't there to actually drink, though with the way she held herself she may have been considered the legal age to drink, she still had a few months before she turned 21. Rather, she was here to collect info and inspiration on bar life, as she would be composing a song set to play in a bar setting. Entering the Deirfiur, her clothing was a bit on the formal side still, with her hair curled loosely. It may have given her a more mature look, but she knew better than to lie about her age.
She took a seat at the front bar, next to a man with orange hair that she should have recognized immediately, yet hadn't. "A shirley temple please." She called at the bar tender, a lanky man with blonde hair. Somehow he looked exactly like she would imagine a bar tender to look like. "This place is as impressive as I've heard. It's already bustling with life. I imagine it gets quite busy later into the evening." Though she spoke to the man, her eyes were trained on another soul within the room. A girl with dark hair seemingly serving other customers. "Say, I haven't been in town the last few days, did I miss any action lately?" She finally directed her attention towards the bar tender.
|Mood: Playful| Location: Dog Park |Interacting: Ivan KarenAKAMint | |Mentioned: N/A
It appeared the woman's worries were for naught, as Ivan filled the air with merrily laughter. The chords were sweet music to her ears. Nothing beats the energy laughter and happiness creates. Well, that and passionate love making. That created some fine energy if Octavia must say so herself. But even that sensation took second place to the innocent sweet energy laughter provided. "Perhaps I can surprise you in other ways then~" She winked playfully.
As Ivan began to explain his body guard situation, she sat down on another nearby bench, tuning herself in to focus on his words. Overprotective parents. Her aunt had always given her plenty of leash room growing up. Right from 18 she had been considered an adult, free to do as her heart desired. Now she barely spoke to her aunt. Not that they weren't in contact spiritually of course. They didn't need words; sometimes just being able to feel someone's presence was all one needed to ease any uncertainties.
Ten guards just seemed like overkill. There was no doubt clouding her mind now. Either the man came from a rich family, or he was apart of some mafia type gang. Or both? If he had been celebrity famous, he wouldn't even be able to enjoy simple pleasures such as this even with guards. Not without a disguise that is. And Octavia saw through most disguises. "Doesn't it make having intimate relationships difficult? But there are a handful of men of high status having had at least one romantic partner that turned out to be an assassin." She gazed at him with a questioning look, as if she expected him to croak up his own fatal relationship drama.
Crossing one leg over the other, she silently wondered if two guards were really present here. A protective parent would always have hidden guards...a back up plan in case the two were taken out. But she knew from her touch with Ivan earlier that although he might seem restricted or confined in a way, he loved his family very much. It was almost like responsibility came naturally to him. Abandoning his duties would be out of the question. "But you are quite capable defending yourself aren't you? Those muscles can't be just for show." She pondered aloud. "I'm more of a strategist and escapist. Can't tell you combat is easy lugging these things around." She chucked a bit, referring to her breasts. Thinking back, she somewhat regretted getting them so large. Just somewhat.
|Mood: Surprised, unlucky | Location: Cafe |Interacting: Seunghee&Ellie KarenAKAMint yoobinnie | |Mentioned: Ian
He thought everything was golden once more. The girl had gone off to make his sorrowfully complicated order with a smile on her face. Did that work? She doesn't hate me right? He breathed a sigh of relief, and went off to sit at one of the idle tables. After several minutes, he found himself glancing up towards the counter every so often. Not that I'm impatient or anything...but she's taking quite a while...oh no. What if she really is having a hard time?! Ugh! Stupid Warren you are so mean! Why couldn't you have asked for a simple mocha instead !! Mentally cursing and chastising himself, he finally heard footsteps making their way closer to his table. It was the pink haired girl, an accomplished smile on her face. Ah! She did it.
Warren's smile returned upon his face as he was welcoming her, "Oh don't worry ab-" His words were cut off as the girl tripped over herself, though from where Warren was sitting it could more or less have been the air's doing. His smile remained plastered onto his face as half the drink landed over him. Mental tears. So many mental tears. I see....this must be what they call karma.
As the girl attempt to clean up the mess whilst speaking a foreign language, Warren was at a slight loss for words. Somehow he had a feeling no matter what he ordered it would have turned out this way. Maybe it was mere bad luck from the start. And he figured only Ian could make him feel like the unfortunate one! Warren stood up and waved the girl off. It was embarassing having someone so close to him. Even if she was simply trying to correct her mistakes. "Haha, really it's okay. It was a cold beverage, so it's not as if I'm scalded here. Besides, now I smell minty fresh." He flashed her a reassuring smile, drawing his own fingers through his hair to remove the bits of chocolate. He licked a bit off. Hmm...well its yummy.
Soon the girl from earlier rushed over after a sea of applause erupted throughout the room, promising to get him a new order. As she left, he secretly snapped a picture of her, pretending to send a message. Which, he did end up sending the picture to Ian, asking if he knew her personally. Turning back to the pink haired girl, he grabed some nearby napkins and began to aid her. "You were speaking a different language earlier...you aren't from around here originally I take it?" He had no clue about her previous life, and didn't realize the sensitivity of the topic so should it occur. The other girl was making her way back with the frappe, and grasped it within his hands with a smile. "Thank you." He took a sip, and felt his phone vibrate. Unlocking the screen with one hand to read the message from Ian, he almost choked on his drink, setting it down on the table to gasp for breath. Whipping his head towards the brown haired girl now, he noticed the name tags on their uniform.
"What!! Ellie...y-your Ian's....you and him...." His face reddened. "I...I had no idea." Stupid Ian!!! You never tell me anything unless I ask! "Now I feel rude for not properly acknowledging you earlier. It's a pleasure." Warren wanted the answer to so many questions right now. But it wasn't the right time. "Then, I'll stop holding you two. And...you're doing great." He thumb-upped Seunghee. "You're already my favorite barista." And with that he headed back up to the apartment room to change.