Galilahi's Story

Galilahi made her way into Gambit's soon after Antagonestes. She was dressed in an animal skin dress with moccasins, seeing as it was rather warm outside. The feathers that were dancing around in her hair stayed put as they were attached to various locks of hair that were tied into strings of colored thread. She certainly looked out of place compared to the people dressed in their cottons and other various fabrics that needed more time spent creating the cloth than just animal hide. She met various stares with a huff and pushed her way through to the bar. She found herself a seat, probably the only one, next to Antagonestes. He was barking for an ale, and in fact, that sounded pretty good. If no one would get the drink, she'd get it herself. Nothing better than a free drink because of lousy service.

Galilahi rose a brow as she watched the man. No service indeed. She leapt over the counter and she too grabbed whatever she felt fit. She placed all sorts of intoxicating treats on the counter as she riffled through. She even found the tap to the ale, which she grabbed and tethered somehow open and began filling every glass she could find with the amber liquid until the keg was completely out. "To every man's night," she cackled inwardly, taking the liquid bread and beginning the drinking. Class was not with the woman tonight, but who needed class among drunken ingrates?

Galilahi chuckled as she watched the barbarian drink. He had such a brutish charm about him, such an odd combination as it was, and she probably would've only had a decent night if she saw him break some poor sap in two. Destruction was quite fun, thus why many of her people were scared stiff of skin walkers. Destruction and chaos was a game. She continued her drink until it was completely gone. Her dark eyes continued to watch Antagonestes, eventually watching with intent. A plan was brewing behind her dark eyes as she continued to make sure the man got all the alcohol he desired, shoving Kisa far away from the bar.

Galilahi made sure that Kisa was either on the floor or far away. She hated bright and 'happy' people. They did nothing but piss her off. She kept Antagonestes' glass full and her own full too. She stayed rather silent, she hadn't been spoken to, so there was no need for her to start talking to him. She brushed down the animal skin dress she was wearing, one shoulder missing as again, it was rather warm outside, and put herself on the bar counter with the Barbarian behind her off to her side. If he wanted to talk, so be it. Conversation was never riddling anyway.

Galilahi looked over her shoulder at the Barbarian. "Galilahi," she replied. That was the end of it. She didn't ask his name, it wasn't that it wasn't her place, she just didn't exactly care. She yet again kept his glass to the point where the more he drank, the more his ale supply seemed bottomless. By the time they would probably really run out, he'd be flat out on his back. She let her black hair fall over her shoulder though as she leaned over to see if his ale was getting flat. Flat beer was rather disgusting.

Galilahi laughed inwardly. "I wouldn't want to bother a strong looking warrior such as yourself with such trivial things," she stated. She gently took his glass, now probably half filled with flat beer and dumped it out in the sink before refilling the glass with the ice cold refreshment he was so addicted to.

Galilahi had the glass fly out of her hand, but she caught it with the other. "You just look like a man who liked his ale," she said. She put the glass upside down in the sink behind the counter and then grabbed a rag to quickly clean up the spilled ale that was on the counter and on her hands. "Besides, I'd never be able to kill a powerful man such as yourself if I was that type," she said with her eyes downward as she continued to clean the counter.

Galilahi suddenly jumped down from the counter and backed away when the male pulled his long blade. Last thing she wanted right now was to meet up with that thing. She backed herself up against the back wall, her eyes glued to the shining blade. "No.. no need to have that thing... pulled out," she said with a sheepish laugh. Both of her hands were up, one still holding the rag, the other completely empty.

Galilahi was panicking a little. "Of course not, I can't tell you to do anything. You can only want to do it," she said, pressing herself against the back wall. She stared hard at the blade, a little bit of sweat dripping down her face.

Galilahi [color=navy]peeked through the window just to the side of the door. She hadn't made up her mind yet if she wanted to enter the Bar just yet. There were known monsters and murderers and all sorts of just... friendly people here in this town. White man's town that is. The female brushed a stray strand of her black hair from her golden eyes, placing her hands in a cupped position to allow her a better look inside through the dirty window. One wouldn't really think of this place as having Dirty windows, but they were cloudy enough Galilahi couldn't see a straight picture without the help of her hands.

However, Galilahi's mind was made up for her when her stomach started to rumble. She needed food and probably fast. She tilted her head slightly, the feathers in her headdress ruffling in the breeze as well as the navy string off of the bone hair sticks that were helping her hair to stay in place. She tittered her fingers for a moment in an unheard beat before she began to move over to the door of this ever so fine establishment.

She held onto the outside handle for a moment before she pulled open the door and slipped inside like the wind. It was brief and she had only opened the door enough to let herself in quietly. Galilahi's gold eyes looked around for a few moments, gathering in the sights of all the knights and creatures that called this place their hole. All of them reminded her of social rabbits, chattering away while they ate and drank. Her moccasin covered feet lead her body further inside, each foot fall barely making a sound. She wasn't trying to sneak, it was just how the attractive young native was. Her clothing made little noise, her two piece dress leading her to shiver slightly in the air conditioning. Nonetheless, the black haired female made her way over to the counter she noticed people ordering from. Perhaps they had the sweet beverage known as Corn beer. It wasn't whiskey as it could be perceived, but a very sweet and frothy drink made

Galilahi gingerly stepped into the pub through the door, gently closing the door behind her. Her amber eyes looked around quickly. It was a strange night tonight. Her animal skin clothed feet slowly stepped around furniture, various people and an argument or two as she slipped inside. Galilahi hummed a strange little native american tune to herself as she then pulled herself up onto a barstool, jumping onto it like a child in a game of leap frog. She gave a quick few looks over at Kurotenshi and Lily, but didn't speak. In a soft voice she ordered from the bartender though, scratching her cheek.