Fire and Sand [Ayameru]

[Sekhmet Ramiles]

Unemployment sucked. Majorly. It meant no money. It meant no action. It meant no adventure. Nothing to test herself against. And a warrior without a war was never a good thing. Luckily for most, Sekhmet was one of those who didn't go psychotic at the slightest whisper of trouble. War affected everyone differently. Some became sombre. Some became nervous. Some lost their humanity. Others, like her, lived free from all burdens, having faced death, looked it square in the eye, then spat at it, and dragged it through the dirt to prove a point. Hence why, once again, Sekhmet, for the third time in as many days, was in a tavern, surrounded by hapless men, getting free drinks for merely batting her eyelashes and acting like herself. Small consolation with nothing to celebrate.

She smirked mirthlessly at a poor attempt at a pass from a man who was clearly drunk, pushing him away, a forceful gesture, enough to knock him off balance, into one of the others. As predicted and as wanted, the two immediately set-to as only men could, explosively, over nothing, and dragging as many bystanders into it as possible. Sekhmet, swift as a desert wind, sidled out of the confrontation, elegantly spiralling her and her drink over to a table. Someone was at it, but she sat down without a care in the world, smirking, this time fully revelling in the mayhem that she had caused, not strictly through malice, but simply to get of the hangers on. Men were so predictable. She spoke, to herself, but loud enough for the other, a red-head, to overhear.

Amazing how quickly men go from desire to anger.

She took a long swig from her drink, savouring the sweet, but potent taste, lingering on her tongue, rolling down her throat, pleasantly warming.

[Ayameru Crossfire]

Feeble men were easy to manipulate if you coax them with the right words. It was exactly how Aya managed to swipe a few rupees from one intoxicated male in order to grab herself a drink, nothing heavy, but a spot of ale always hit the spot. As far as she was concerned there was no complaints on her end, she was old enough to walk in, and have a cup so she was going to enjoy it while she could. While fairies normally didn't consume alcohol, one could only imagine the ravaging rebellious hormones going through the redhead as she started slow on her drink. After all, one had to savor the flavor of their first drink, right?

Alas~ She picked the wrong bar to enjoy a peaceful drink as a ruckus stirred from other patrons in the bar. An eyebrow quirked as she carefully, and quickly changed seats to avoid a quick shoe flying across into her direction. With her cup in hand, and eyes watching the bar fight heat up, a small snicker escaped from her lips. Nothing beat watching idiots beating themselves over nothing, and by the time they got themselves kicked out, they'll wake up in the morning not remembering a thing. Her eyes soon turned on over to the instigator behind it all watching how easy she brushed them aside as if they were nothing but a sack of potatoes. Or in this case... a sack of mashed potatoes~

"There are fine things in life you just got to savor," she spoke aloud, turning her head over to the bartender who began yelling at the rowdy men, "Alcohol, and a good show to watch it with. Fine company is always a bonus too~" Hint hint. A fiery grin formed upon her slender lips, her fairy wings flickering beneath her dark coat, keeping her wings out of sight in the bar not wanting to draw attention to herself. It didn't help that her fiery eyes, and long scarlet hair made her come off as a gerudo, but she played up the act like it was no big deal.

After all, it was the reason why she was able to enjoy her drink at the moment~ Silly little drunk thought she was a gerudo looking for company to have a good time with. He passed out rather quickly on the bar counter after ordering a drink for Aya, which she humbly accepted, and turned heel to the table she was at now. The woman by the neighboring table didn't seem to mind Aya's company - not to mention probably the only sober member of the tavern besides herself - so all was right in the world.

[Sekhmet Ramiles]

Sekhmet grinned. Perfect, striking up a conversation with someone sober, without anybody else interceding. Marvelous. Turning in her seat, she looked at the striking young woman who had spoken, glancing back at the brawl with half-hearted interest, before realising that the pale red-head before her was FAR more interesting to look at than the riotous, raucous mob at the bar. Her grin became broader as the red-head grinned back at her.

Glad someone agrees. Glad someone's here to share it with as well, how did you put it? Fine company?

Her grin became a little more like a smirk, mischievous, twisting her words ever so slightly with the slightest extension of the word fine, her accent's lilt giving the hint of a near-innuendo. She took another swig from her drink, before setting it on the table, forming a bridge with the hands, and resting her chin on it, tilting her head slightly, looking directly into her crimson eyes.

You're a bit pale to be Gerudo. You've got the hair and the eyes though. And the attitude to boot. The name's Sekhmet. Yours?

She was to the point, not mincing with words, getting to the cut and thrust of what was on her mind without all the flowery dancing around that people seemed to favour. Waste of time really, in her experience, the extra time spent was time lost. Her smrik broadened, as she tilted her head the other way, raising an eyebrow occasionally, as if etching her face into her memory. Subtlety, as she said, was over-rated.

[Ayameru Crossfire]

What were the odds of this happening? The social gathering of a bar is the last place anybody would want to make friends in. From what she's gathered, it was the place to drink, and be merry with friends. The hot spot for friendly brawls, no weapons allowed, just your raw iron fists. Then again it was also the place where shady people congregate, and make deals for all sorts of things that would be frowned upon by the law. Aya didn't really put her hopes up in finding a sober companion to enjoy a drink with, but now that she had one, she wasn't just going to leave her hanging dry.

"That's right," she agreed, raising her cup to the other woman. She didn't need to be any bit under the influence of alcohol to find what she saw in her company, she liked all the way from her head to her toes~ There was a little voice in the back of her head screaming a bit out of jealously though despite the admiration. Why would Aya be jealous, you might ask? Any woman with the least bit of insecurity about them would notice it right away. Damn, she's got more chest than me, she noted mentally.

Aya's thoughts were taken away from that errant little contemplation when Sekhmet pointed her out she wasn't a gerudo. This woman was a sharp one~ Aya grinned brightly actually really starting to like her even more. She took a small gulp of her drink before allowing a small giggle escape from her lips. "You've got good eyes," she complimented, "Ayameru. Call me Aya for short. Pleasure, Sekhmet."

By the time introductions were out of the way, it didn't take long before the crowd began to quiet down a bit. The bartender began shooing away the unwanted riot outside of the bar where they could duke it out on their own accord. However the bar wouldn't hear the last of it, and that was followed by one of the windows breaking, and a few things flying in from the fight. Another shoe, a broken jug, etc. "You'd think after throwing things in the bar, they'd have some inkling of thoughts not to start throwing things yet again~" she snickered.

[Sekhmet Ramiles]

Her smirk grew ever more bright, teeth bared slightly, not viciously, just in that 'you-like-me-and-I-know-it' sort of way. She was gutsy, or at the very least, composed enough to actually form a coherent sentence. She remembered on girl had basically just gaped open-mouthed at her. Didn't help that she was rip-roaringly drunk at the time, but that was besides the point. The point was, that she had, in her previous experiences, often caused a slight deficiency in others articulation of their thoughts, much to her amusement, if disappointment. She lifted her head off her hands, crossing one wrist over the other, nonchalant, lifting her posture up to her comparatively tall height for her kind. Many of her fellow 'sisters' had been very much diminuitive. Not so for Sekhmet.

Aya. I like it. Short, to the point, snappy. Rolls of the tongue. Call me Sekh. Saves a syllable.

She smirked a little more devilishly as she contemplated her next words, once again, twisting the words she had just said to something a whole lot more suggestive. She so loved this game, or rather, passtime.

So you like my eyes huh? What else do you like? I have to say, that smile is a beaut, mirrors the fire of your eyes. Lights up your face.

Subtlety. Equals. Over-rated. She stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth, licking her top lip ever so slightly, pure mischief, added with a hint of her exotic allure, gifted to her as only a race entirely composed of women save for one could ever be. Once again. Subtlety. Over-rated. Very. Very. Over-rated.

[Ayameru Crossfire]

"Ok then. Sekh, it is," she grinned. In the back of her head, she liked how easy it was to just chill out, and just enjoy one another company without it getting out of hand like before. Not to mention, it was between two women - both sober, and naturally attitude to boot that could make men turn around a few times, and then some~

Take that how you will, but to Aya, she found herself quite a vivacious company in Sekh. The redhead was quite glad that it was her she met here rather than some other drunk as a skunk woman being taken away by some stranger, only to end up in a hotel bed later. A quick shudder ran up and down her spine, not at all liking that image, and brushing them away as quickly as possible.

"I like you from your head to your toes, and everything in-between, my friend," she answered with a deviant smile. Take that however you want, but it was the truth~ There was no doubt in her mind that she appreciated the sight she had right before her eyes. Aya could only hope that she could do justice in return for someone like Sekh. The fire fairy without a doubt liked the idea that someone liked her smile. It made her feel unique, one of a kind, and the way she described it so~ Who didn't appreciate being complimented?

Aya wanted to mention her sense of fashion, practical or not, was amazing as well. Then again, Sekhmet was an amazing woman to behold, she was surprise there weren't any more men sizing her up. Perhaps that might have been a good thing in the long run anywho~ A coy thought ran through the back of her mind telling her she could appreciate, and admiring it all to herself. "Take it you come around these parts often?" she asked curiously.

[Sekhmet Ramiles]

Sekhmet grinned, . Liked her from head to toe did she? Regardless of how often she seemed to hear it, it was always nice to be appreciated, as she flicked her hair behind her shoulders with the slightest, practiced toss of the head. She found something of a comradeship with the relatively diminutive woman in front of her. Both had that attitude that so many men went loopy over, free-spirited, slightly wild, very independent. She wasn't sure why, but frankly, didn't care. It worked, and that was what mattered. The differences they seemed to share were in the nature of attraction. Where Sekhmet was a temptress, exotic and sultry, Aya was more of a minx, a subtle difference, but each had it's perks. She sipped at her drink, wetting her lips once again, before placing her head in cupped hands, elbows on the table, still grinning at Aya.

Glad you think so. As for you, seems good things can come in small packages. Heard that a lot of guys like girls on the petite side.

She grinned at Ayameru. She had to admit, smaller girls did hold a considerable appeal. She suspected it was because she was tall herself, and a somewhat domineering personality. Go figure. Regardless, she definitely liked this fiery little redhead, how far, she had yet to decide, but at the very least, someone she would get along with, excusing the pun, like wildfire in rain-starved woodland. Terrifically, with attention-grabbing, and potentially dangerous consequences. She laughed slightly at her question.

Recently, far too often. Free drinks are a major attraction. Seems a lot of guys trip over themselves trying to get in my good books. Or perhaps they're just a little dense. I haven't decided yet. Yourself? You look a bit young to be a bar-going veteran.

She smirked, thinking about herself. She was hardly old-enough herself, but she was a mercenary after all. Seemed to her that it was part and parcel of working as a blade for hire. The fact that she could drink most men under the table, was, she assumed part of her blood. As far as she knew, all Gerudo had an ridiculously high tolerance for virtually everything. Pain. Alcohol. Among others, for better or for worse.

[Ayameru Crossfire]

It was rare to hear such wonderful words especially from another woman who didn't play any mind games. Sekh was one helluva woman~ Aya didn't intend to just associate herself simply because of the danger factors that played in the natural environment they were in. She never really cared much for the status quo that large populated areas seem to acquire simply for the sake of consistency that citizens carry. Her firelight eyes flickered at the mention of guys liking women on the petite side.

Aya let out a light 'tch' clicking her tongue against the soft pallet of her mouth at the very thought of such things. Her brows furrowed softly as she took another swallow of her drink. Men. Useless, biggots, ego maniacs with a steering wheel driven in only one direction, and above all else, think with one head, and it wasn't the one on top of their shoulders. They also never know when to make up their minds on topics as well. Flippant creatures, and some were even a wasteful tragedy to all womankind.

"That's up for debate," she replied. Aya wasn't an adamant man-hater, but she's seen enough of their flaws to convince herself she's probably better off on her own.

The redheaded fairy felt the same notions as the gerudo woman. Simply because of this exotic beauty that came from fire, and sand. The wretched flames of destruction appealed to the soft grains of the earth, melting it down into another form, shaping it into something brand new. Sparkling, raw, and most importantly, it was a natural enjoyment of the simplicity in such as the surface of one's beauty before you take a look at what appeared deep inside. Fire, and sand made glass after all~

"You're right," she grinned, "It was more on a whim than anything these trips I've made. Nobody really kicked me out from my size, or anything. Simply just didn't make a scene about it." The real reason behind it being that simply because she could. Nobody told her it was wrong to go in a bar simply because you weren't old enough or you don't look mature enough to handle liquor. As far as she was concerned, she was actually surprised she could hold her own, simply due the stature of fairies in general. It only meant more power to her.

[Sekhmet Ramiles]

A smirk lit up her face. She'd actually met someone with a dim opinion of men who wasn't Gerudo! Joy of joys! She laughed softly, looking back at the bar fight, which was practically over, just a few last punches, and the odd restraining word, insult and curse. It amused her greatly, and she was tempted to start another one, just to watch them all kick off again. She rolled her eyes in the general direction of them, before returning to look at the little Fairy. That red hair was so very vibrant. Attention grabbing. It naturally pulled you to look at her, frankly, adorable face. She repressed a giggle at the thought.

Oh they're not all bad. Just most of them. Besides, we don't want them being too good. That would give them a chance against us!

She grinned, as she read into her general disapproval of men. It was, coming from such a tiny woman, a hilarious notion, particularly one that she assumed was so young. Seemed cynicism was not confined to the old, or to the Gerudo. She took another sip at her drink, listening to her speak, smiling as she did so. She liked her voice. It was cute, but possessed enough bite and bluntness to make her seem much older than she probably was.

Custom is custom I guess. As long as you buy drinks and don't wreck the place, you're pretty much guaranteed to be welcome.

She paused for a moment.

So. Aya. What are your plans for the rest of the night, huh? There's only so many bar brawls you can watch before you run out of guys or get bored.