Seira was feeling social, now more so than ever, and she was in a jolly mood; in spite of the terrible food most restaurants served (the inn’s here were complete garbage, seriously) the woman had discovered a raw diamond among all the shitholes that considered themselves ‘bars’ — The Boar Hat Pub. She felt embarrassed saying its cheesy name out loud and while the food was still filthy, the alcoholic beverages certainly were not. Seira spent most of her free time inside said pub and more often than not it was merely so she could listen to the stories and gossip other wanderers were willing to share — in the end information was key, and she knew this quite well.
The sound of heels hitting the pavement echoed through the alleyway and suddenly became silent when she halted in front of the wooden doors of the pub. A strange smile crept onto the vampire’s lips and for the first time ever she made a little promise: tonight alcohol shall be the only thing she would be drinking. Seira pushed the door open and entered. It was cramped inside, but this was no unusual sight. Sometimes visitors arrived in groups and took a table, whereas others huddled together in corners and prepared to get drunk, and still others were already drunk asleep in the remaining corners.
Seira approached the bar counter, took off her coat and found herself a seat. Due to certain happenings with a very particular blonde human she had sworn off the slutty dresses and now wore a black pullover with a tight fitting skirt in the same colour instead. Of course the pullover still had a low neckline and the skirt was still short, but ‘he’ would simply have to deal with that. Seira crossed her legs and waved at the bartender, quietly gesturing him to bring her something to drink. When he arrived with a jug of beer, the vampire eagerly took a few gulps and began looking around.
Even when Seira wasn’t hunting she was still unintentionally looking for interesting targets; more often than not she searched for beauty, a mysterious aura or perhaps even strange items she had never seen before — someone she wanted to keep an eye on for the sake of her own entertainment. The vampire found that person across the room, on the edge of the bar counter. There, wrapped up in a dark green peacoat, sat a petite form hidden underneath layers of snow white hair. ”You have got to be kidding me,” muttering something under her breath before grabbing her beer and quickly heading over, Seira’s expression as well as her voice were stained in disbelief.
”Ivana?”
After the other woman refused to react, Seira slid onto the chair next to hers and forcefully turned her around; a quick look into the female’s face was enough to confirm her suspicions however, and a wide smile spread across the vampire’s lips. ”You bitch,” her voice still carried a tone that gave away how surprised she was and she placed her beer onto the table before giving ‘Ivana’ a gentle slap against her left thigh. ”A smoke signal, a telegram, a letter — I’ve been worried sick about you!” Seira broke into laughter and gave her friend a genuine smirk. ”You are dressed like a schoolgirl, so I almost didn’t recognized you. Where in the world have you been?”
Seira was happy; this was her favourite (and only) demon friend after all.
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