Aleja stormed through the streets of the Crescent with only one person on her mind; Manzo. It had been a few days since they had their little date. It first started in the Bathhouse, then moved onto her place. They spent the rest of the day together, but the next morning she awoke and he was gone. Since then she had reverted back to being a Wood-Elf, she found herself with a new magic and she had met with her family to prepare their move to the North. Normally this type of thing didn't bother the Lady of House Celdrua, but admittedly, Manzo was the best interaction she had in a long time. It wasn't like she didn't believe everything he had said, but you can't just put it on someone like that and disappear. So, the Wood-elf was going to search for him and give him a piece of her mind.

Eyes lingered upon her as she stepped through the streets sporting a red dress and black heels. Mostly men, but women too were consumed by desire when they faced the personification of love. None of them were him though and god, she hated that. In fact, it almost disgusted her. On her back was the famous Celdrua symbol etched into her white cloak. Most people were well aware of the famous Celdrua family, not to mention Aleja herself had been pretty famous so it wasn't hard to figure out who she was. Angrily, she approached the doors of one of the most popular bars on the strip before violently pushing them open. It was a good thing Manzo was pretty famous too. Some of the thirsty whores girls pointed the black haired lady to this place.

Aleja tried everything to get Manzo out of her mind...literally. She tried keeping herself busy with work, outings with her cousins and even found herself in the embrace of another man. Nothing worked. Maybe if she slapped him she'd feel better? The bar's doors slammed against the wall and almost everyone averted their attention towards the noble Lady. While her appearance had changed, she knew damn well that Manzo was a Dragon Slayer. That meant he'd recognize her smell. Ale's eyes scoured the front part of the bar looking for the man who claimed that she was his first. There was just no way. Oh, he was in for it now.

It didn't take long to find Manzo. She knew that face anywhere, except this time around he looked a little different. He had...hair. Lady Aleja's eyes widened for but a moment before she pushed through the men glaring at her to get to her target. There were so many things she could have done. A slap, a punch? Maybe just a good ol' Stellan curse out session. However, she noticed that he looked completely out of it. It didn't matter at the moment, all Aleja saw was an opportunity to give the man who had consumed her senses a piece of her mind. "Manzo!" she called out just as she finally approached his booth. She could smell the booze from here.

"You leave me without a word like some coward, as if I'm some cheap whore for you to entertain when you're bored. Is this what you do to every women you fuck, Cassanova? No more than a few days later, yet here you are searching for another woman to fill with your lies and feed sake to. Disgraceful! And to think..." her face scrunched up. She wouldn't admit that she'd been thinking about him...it'd make her look weak.

Aleja's tone was stern, but not boisterously loud, asking questions she didn't really want the answer too. "Apuesto a que ya te has follado a cientos de mujeres desde entonces, estúpido y repugnante hombre." the Elf hissed in Stellan. Aleja didn't even realize everyone'd been watching this unfold. Maybe it was Kama's fault? Yeah...that'd make sense. This could have been Kama playing a ruthless prank on her. Lady Aleja calmed her breathing and glared at Manzo. He was far too drunk, but not drunk enough to feel her wrath. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"

Ale's eyes widened. Manzo was more drunk than she initially anticipated, it was...sad really. Was this a drinking problem or was this just his way of drowning whatever he was dealing with? Either way, as stern as she was she couldn't allow him to be out and about like this. The Lady was too stunned to speak though as suddenly, the Joyan stood up with streams of tears falling down his cheeks. Yep. That's what the alcohol would do to you. Sometimes it made you violent, sometimes it made you extremely aroused, and other times it made you sob. The Dragon Slayer wasn't even able to stand up straight as he threw his arms around Aleja. The Pegasi's comments prompted the Wood-elf to sigh, and then she embraced him.

Ale held him close and began stroking his head, running her fingers gently through his locks. She felt this strange urge to make him feel better? To give him the love he needed, the love he deserved. And now she felt bad for striking him with a fire while he was in his most vulnerable state. "Shhhhh, shhhhh...It's alright, Manzo." she hummed softly. "Come on, let's get you out of here. You're a mess... just how many drinks did you have?" Ale couldn't help but giggle- not because his pain was funny, but because he was just so damn drunk. Whenever Manzo would let her go, she'd grab his hand to help guide him out of the bar. Did he even pay his tab?

Manzo's face fell right between her breasts, causing her cheeks to flush with a vibrant pink color. "Ohohoho, that guy's totally shitfaced!" laughed an actual shit-face. Aleja frowned as her eye twitched. Just the sound of that mans voice was enough to tick her off. However, she needn't say a word to shut him up. With no movement at all vines sprouted from underneath his seat, slithering up his leg and finally wrapping around his mouth so that he'd remain silent for the rest of the evening. Not nearly enough to kill him though, fortunately for him. And the bartender? She understood. She simply shrugged as the man quieted down. It took the young Stellan by surprise when Manzo revealed that she smelled like perfume...and another man. That damn Dragon Slayer nose, Aleja thought.

"Yeah but...don't worry. He wasn't as good as you.~" she smiled warmly aiming to raise Manzo's spirits. She wasn't lying either. Honestly, there probably would never be another man as good as he. As Manzo gripped another part of her body and nuzzled into her chest, the Elf began to grow even more embarrassed. There were so many people around, probably just...enjoying this too, like they were in some adult play. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy Manzo's touch, clearly- but Aleja considered herself a woman of class. Not to mention she was proudly sporting her house's sigil. Drunk or not, the big baby was simply doing too much. So, with one swift movement of her arm, she nonchalantly dropped her hand onto Manzo's cheek, slapping him. The clap echoed through the bar.

"Everyone's...watching...you...drunken fool." she clenched her jaws. The other men behind Aleja whistled at what was unfolding between the two of them. "Hehehe, you've gotcha a good one, mate!" one of them shouted.

"Oh my..." Unhinged, emotional, a wreck, Aleja couldn't believe what she'd been seeing. Manzo had been completely overtaken by the effects of the liquor, though the Celdrua couldn't actually say that he was a completely different person. Honestly, he was being himself just...amplified. Aleja cupped her hand over her mouth, holding herself from completely erupting in laughter so she wouldn't encourage this type of behavior. "The most hi- Manzo, you left me, hmhmhmhm~." was her response to Manzo briefly venting to a random man in the bar. The folk at the bar were obviously used to this behavior. Some of them were able to tune out Manzo's shenanigans, while the others watched and laughed.

It was all fun and games though, until Manzo began to strip down. Apparently he thought he wasn't good enough. The irony.  "Oh. My. Gods..." Suddenly, Ale bursted in an explosion of laughter. Quickly, she walked toward the Pegasi, snatching her cloak off to throw it around him. "Can I get some water please?!" she shouted to whomever could hear before turning back towards Manzo. Her hands gently gripped both of his arms as she tried to keep him in place. "Manzo, you..." she giggled, "If you don't get it together right now, you'll never see me again." Maybe that'll do the trick? Dear Sayha, help her.

FINALLY! The big baby sat his reckless behind upon the stool and huffed reluctantly. Aleja sighed as well. It seemed like her little threat was enough to settle Manzo down. She knew he had it in him to behave like someone with common sense. The Bartender moved towards them before placing a glass of ice cold water behind Manzo upon the bar's table and everyone else finally returned to their own worlds. Aleja grabbed the cup quickly whilst Manzo expressed himself. Still giggling at his comments, she shook her head. There was something about hearing a man threaten another man for the sake of her love that... just turned her on. "Here, drink this." The glass was about sixteen ounces, enough for Manzo to at least hydrate himself so that he wouldn't pass out.

"You and I were together the whole day. If I wanted you to leave, trust me, I would have said that, Zo." Though he could have at least wrote her a note. The Lady handed the cup to her special idiot. She would make sure he drank it all too, because this was not cute. "And for the record, he didn't eat your breakfast.~ He didn't even stay long because I didn't enjoy him much..." she sighed, "All I could think about was you." Gently Ale placed her hand upon his face. To think that she had come to curse him out and now she was taking care of him. "None of that changes the fact that you left me, idiot."

"I understand, love." Aleja responded softly still gently caressing his face to comfort his dumb ass. With a sigh she turned away to briefly think about her next words. Sure he was far too drunk, drowning out his sorrows, probably regretting his decisions, but that didn't change the fact that he did what he did. Leaving a lady to wonder if she was the cause of his departure... It was torture. Hardcore torture. "I'll forgive you this one time. But you have to remember that the world doesn't revolve around you, hon'. Your decisions impact the people around you because you're not the only one with feelings or insecurities. Okay?" Quickly, Aleja leaned over the bar to speak to the bartender.

"H-how much was his tab?" she asked reluctantly. Sayha help her. Money was never a problem to her, but paying for a man was something she thought she'd never do. "Umm... three-hundred-thousand jewels." The Stellan blinked, completely unwilling to believe that his tab was worth a damn sword or two. Did he drink the whole damn bar? Ms. Celdrua popped open her purse and slid the money to the woman behind the bar. The Stellan reverted her attention back to the cute little fool, waiting for him to look up at her. He was clearly a bit embarrassed. "Now come on you big baby, you hungry?" Aleja's tone as soft as ever.

"Alright, let's get you cleaned up. I think I have some clothes back at my place that'll fit you." She sighed. As Manzo sat on the stool Aleja wrapped her cape around him to make sure he wasn't revealing anything. She was selfish...nobody else needed to see that beautiful monster between his legs. After that was done she would lean over to kiss Manzo's forehead, gently grabbing his hand and lightly tugging. "Come on." She'd say, hopefully leading him out of the pub to return to her place. With properties nearly everywhere, Aleja always had a place to stay and Manzo would always be welcome into her abode. So maybe he had more issues than she anticipated, so what? The elf could clearly see that he had some healing to do. In fact, she would eventually ask about his drinking just to make sure it wasn't effecting him in the worst ways. The way he released himself tonight was concerning, but she wouldn't judge him. She could never. Manzo may have not been perfect to anyone else, but she didn't want perfect. "How're you feeling?" She'd ask as soon as they left the bar, interlocking her fingers between his.

All down the streets of Hosenka the people partied, and when the people in Hosenka partied? They partied hard. Cups and straws, bottles of all sorts littered the streets. Aleja cringed upon seeing such a mess. Humans these days didn't have a care in the world for the earth, it was disgusting. The princess and the Dragon strolled down the street, not in a particular rush but with a small pep in their step. Ale hated that Manzo was outside like this just as much as he hated. The Ace of Blue Pegasus couldn't stop apologizing and feeling like shit about the entire situation. What gave her pause for a moment  was Manzo's mention of "relationship". Sure she came in the bar acting crazy for him abandoning her, but relationship?

I mean was she ready for that? Was he? Was it even really something he wanted? In any case, Aleja simply ignored that comment. "Don't feel bad for yourself. It happened and nobody else cares that much. Besides...that body is a work of art, you should be proud that people got a chance to see it." she leaned into his shoulder, giggling into his hear. "Look..." Ale pointed towards the sky at the stars in the sky as they danced to the melodies booming through the city. "Aren't they beautiful?"

Aleja had forgotten her place in the grand scheme of things. She'd forgotten how small the beings of Earthland were because their problems always felt so...paramount? The duo stopped and gazed into the beyond. Manzo covered in a white fabric and Aleja dressed as if she'd been going to a fashion event. The two of them probably stuck out like a sore thumb but in this moment nobody else mattered. The Elf smiled, counting the stars in her head before the Casanova asked her if she liked Stars and Constellations. "I do. Back when I was a child I used to be able to feel their essence as if the stars themselves were dancing upon my skin- even before I was a Dragon Slayer, like you..." It felt like years ago.

"My Stellan ancestors believed that every star was the soul of their ancestors. It's a belief a lot of cultures share. I like to think my mom is amongst them now..." Ms. Celdrua sighed. Gods how she missed her mother- her embrace, her words, her presence, all stolen by the Raider known as Khal the Usurper. "The stars have always given me hope. No matter how much people or the world changes, they always seem to remain the same..." When she realized that she may have overshared she turned her Gaze to the man beside her. "Gods... sorry I'm rambling."

Aleja said nothing. In that tiny moment she learned something about Manzo Mattori, but whether or not that something would become a problem was another story. Instead she just turned to gaze back upon the stars in silence, thinking of her mother and how much she shared. Truthfully she was a private woman. She learned long ago that she was the only person who'd ever really care about her own life, goals and outlooks. That'd probably be the last thing she shared with Manzo. With a sigh she said her telepathic goodbyes to the ancestors who could have been watching before facing forward again and tugging Manzo along. They weren't far from her place now. When the two approached the door of the grandiose building, she'd simply place her hand upon the door and channel magical energy into it. Suddenly, the door would open and she'd step inside. The building was going to become a hotel soon, owned by her father. There were still minor renovations to be made but the construction was almost done. Aleja walked towards the Lacrima powered elevator which would bring the duo to the last floor. Finally, when she opened the door she'd sigh as she stepped inside.

Room:

"Shut up." she rolled her eyes, giggling at his little bra comment. Aleja's room was probably the best room in the entire building- mostly because it was the only room actually finished. She wasn't even supposed to be here. Alas, the only living daughter of Rohan was spoiled rotten. Of course it wasn't like she didn't deserve it. The room had a view that allowed the two of them to peer over the city without allowing prying eyes to look into it through the plexiglass. As soon as the elf entered she kicked her heels off. The Dragon seemed to be pleasantly surprised by the room. Suddenly, she felt disgusted. Her privilege was showing and she couldn't help but cringe at the thought. "Thanks, my father owns the building so I've been staying here for a while." she said. After her shoes were taken off, the Lady turned her attention to Manzo and tied her hair. "Shall I run your bath~?"

The general idea, at least she thought, was to get Manzo all cleaned up and head back out for good, but things never really went as planned. Aleja tilted her head to the side after Manzo asked her to join him in his bath. The arrow of love wasn't offended or anything of that nature, but surely he didn't think that she'd just open herself up that way again. The silver-haired Pagasi and the Elven goddess had a sexual connection Aleja herself had never experienced, but it was not enough for her to sacrifice what she believed in.

Manzo's genuine sorrow was not enough for her to feel compelled enough to recreate the first night. Manzo hadn't even peeled back the first layer. That feeling of betrayal lingered and "You're obviously drunk, Manzo..." the Lady said softly, her arms wrapped around her own body directly under her bosom. Then, the former knight would slowly proceed to walk past Manzo towards the bathroom. Kama wanted her to indulge, feed into his every desire- but Aleja would not fold. At least not until the Dragon Mage proved himself. He needed to work for it.