How long had it been since she last went out at night? As a rule, she treated her body like a temple, getting up early and eating well, and staying away from overindulgence. But if she were to deny just about everything adventurous on the grounds of not being healthy, what kind of life would be leading? Granted, she wasn't always like this. Why, just four years ago, Alisa was much wilder than she was now, quickly building up a high tolerance for alcohol and late nights, all in the name of toughness, and secretly, as a way to forget the grief, then a wound still fresh. Joining her guild had changed all that, letting her use art to keep her spirit fit instead of trading physical for mental health.
So she found herself going out less and less, yet nights like this one just didn't allow her to stay indoors. She stood in front of the closet in her underwear for a good few minutes, rubbing her cheek and wondering what to wear... After several, "Hmmm, not this one either...", her eyes finally settled on what would become her final choice, her lips widening into a smile as she decided , "This works pretty well. Alright, let's go with that."
A short, backless halter dress, colored wine red just a few shades darker than her own eyes, boasting a plunging, but not exaggerate cleavage. She topped this off with red heels and a light blue necklace, before finally tying her long raven hair into a ponytail. A choice of elegant sensuality - sexy but classy - a perfect expression of her sense of style. The skirt fluttered around with every step and sway as she stepped outside, while the open back revealed the adamantine tattoo she had on her left shoulder.
What a lovely night sky, clear and starry with a large, nearly full moon to light way. The song of the cidadas accompanied Alisa along the mostly empty roads while a cool but gentle breeze brushed against her skin every so often.
Empty for now of course, as a member of Blue Pegasus and technically a resident of Hargeon, she knew there'd be plentiful parts of the city bustling with activity.
She wasn't after any of those streets, however, instead, she wanted to find herself a little bar with some people around, enough that she might either spot an old friend or make a new one. Throw in too many people and Alisa stopped being able to hear herself think, which had a way of turning even the coolest of girls into far less friendly versions of themselves.
Her destination? A bar called The Limozen. A small, less frequented lounge bar where she could sit around, and chill with a cocktail in hand. Alisa would be slightly overdressed for it, but then, she often was. Blue Pegasus and all that...