Atlantis

Aaria was lost in her thoughts; she tapped her fingers on the bar her mind wandering from one subject to the next. She didn’t have a reason to celebrate the day, but she didn’t really have a reason to dislike it. She sighed and shook her head trying to shake away the gloomy thoughts. A voice brought her attention to her left as a girl sat next to her.

"Hey... I know you…You own the Gallery right? I love going in there." Aaria turned to the girl with a smile. The girl extended her hand to her, and Aaria gave it a firm shake.

"I'm Alexis. You probably know my parents the Horns." The girl said still smiling. Aaria examined her closely for a moment. She was a very pretty, petite girl, with a smile that made Aaria smile instinctively.

“Ah yes, the Horns, lovely couple, very kind” Aaria said with a grin. They had always been very generous to the gallery, donating ar supplies and money to the ‘young artist’ fund, a program she ran for the younger generation. She even had a small room in the gallery dedicated to the students artwork.

“My name is Aaria Devoroh, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Happy Cajoinment day. Can I by you a drink?” She asked Alexis as she tried to wave down the barkeep.

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'It's a new day. And I have already fallen.'


Outfit

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Aldric pulled her into a hug. Clearly grateful for the visit and the food. Ian was clearly just trying to get pizza. And she could have stopped him if he wasn't using her favorite brother as a shield. Glaring at him playfully, she grabbed a slice of pizza herself. It was rather boring in the station. If she was away any longer they might have died from it. She rolled her eyes at Ian's comment. "You are a liar. But you're welcome." she said finished the pizza in her hand.

They three musketeers continued to eat in silence. Or really Kyrie didn't say anything and she watched Aldric and Ian argue over some of the pizza. They of course left her two slices while they cut one in half. They were so cute when they didn't speak to each other. If Kyrie didn't know any better, she would have thought they were related. Kyrie at the final two slices, satisfied to get her meal in of the day. Knowing Kyrie she won't eat again she till later tonight or early the next morning. Having three meals a day wasn't a specialty of Kyries.

"Hey, so, Ian and I were actually thinking about heading down to the bar for a quick drink before they close. Shift's over in five, wanna come?" Kyrie shrugged. She never really when down the bar. It was either to visit someone or make sure that her two closet friends weren't completely drunk. "Ugh, please. I could definitely go for a good whiskey after today. I hate working on holidays, there's never any action." And that is exactly why she checks up on them. Mostly because of Ian.

"Come on, Ky, you look like you could use a drink too." His cheeky grin made her smile. "You know for a fact that I don't drink." She said crossing her legs, right over left. "But if guys pay for all the sweet tea I plan to drink then count me in." she said rather excitedly. She just loved hanging out with them. Made her forget about her stupid abilities and how awful it was to know about people that would be dead within a month. And although she doesn't drink her problems away, she might as well. Kyrie looked at the clock. "And I mean it about the sweet tea. No spiking it Ian."

Unable to look away from his whiskey, Patrick barely registered when Alexis asked him a question, something about the festival. "Oh, um...whatever you'd like." He said with obvious distance, leaning against the bar and smoking his cigarette with diligence.

Forgetting how to act like a cordial gentleman, Patrick allowed Alexis to go on being a saint while he still hadn't said thank you. Somehow managing to keep the situation light, Alexis had already introduced herself to the woman at the bar. She was unreal, he wasn't sure if she was just pretending to not care he hadn't gotten her a gift or if she was genuinely that laid back of a woman - which again would be unreal.

He thought back to that night they first met, her coming in as he was closing the bar with the other girls from her job, she shone like star. She danced, and it seemed like it was all for him. Things had been so easy, and she hadn't indicated wanted to make matters different - so what was scaring him so much?

Sighing, he looked up to see Iris peaking back in. He chuckled under his breath, waving her in. Grabbing a handful of shot glasses, he lined them up along the bar, coming up behind Alexis to pin her against the bar pulling her close and giving her a big kiss on her cheek. "Thank you love, no man could ask for a better present." Raising his bottle to Iris as she re-entered the bar and the others, "Shots on the house!" He cheered.




It would be difficult to ignore that Patrick was quite the catch of the town, but Iris had seen enough women alternate in and out of his life it was hard for her to ever take any of them seriously. From any outsider perspective, it would be easy to spy Iris' jealousy. Alexis seemed like one of those fun girls from the surface who were able to live a life teetering on the edge of recklessness, not that Iris had taken the time to figure out otherwise.

Orphics were never taken seriously, painted as frail dolls with only their natural magical abilities having kept their society apart. She sighed, lighting yet another cigarette. Besides the fact that Iris had never gotten along with most people, especially pretty girls, she had just felt pushed on the fringe of all the lives around her. Holidays such as conjoinment day reminded her of such feelings, the impending doom of running into her family at the ball looming over her.

She looked back into the bar, locking eyes at Pat who gave an amused grin and beckoned her back in. Contemplating on facing her family or going in for another drink, the answer seemed obvious. She opened the door, glancing down the street to see none other than the Sheriff and the Deputy along with another woman Iris couldn't place a name to, although her face seemed familiar. Assuming they were headed into the pub, she waved, knowing she had made the right decision to stay as Pat called out shots.

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Alexis Ingrid Suess

"Better keep your eyes on me, because I'm a shooting star."
Party Dress

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Alexis smiled back at the girl as she recognized her parents. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Uh, actually my boyfriend owns the pub so let me buy you one." She said laughing softly. She smiled as Owen came over. She had become pretty good friends with Owen since she was typically here before closing. It made sense that they talked a lot.

"Hey, Owen. I would like-" She broke off when Patrick came up behind her. She giggled as he pinned her to the bar and kissed her cheek. She turned to look at him, grinning. "You're welcome. I'm glad you like it." She said to him.

After all this time, how did he still give her butterflies? If things were ever to get serious between them, it wouldn't be because she pressured him. She truly cared for him and wouldn't force him into anything he didn't want. She also knew he wasn't used to a serious type relationship. She was happy just to plan it by ear. "Yeah! Shots on the house! Isn't my boyfriend the greatest?"

Alexis giggled, leaning over and giving him an affection peck on the cheek. She sat back down at the bar. She smiled at Aaria. "That's Patrick. Do you know anyone else here? I can introduce you around." She offered. She smiled at Iris, hoping to lighten things up between them. She wouldn't mind having a few friends that were girls. Besides her family and Owen, she didn't really have many friends. "Hey, Iris! Why don't you come sit over here with us?"