Post by Bianca Sabbato on May 24, 2020 3:43:40 GMT -5
It was 6:00 on a thursday afternoon, and I was currently freaking out... Since I had kinda... Pretty much... Literally invited someone to go get some drinks with me and I didn’t have any idea where to.
And even if I didn’t know this Nasrin girl very well (or at all), I still did not want to take her to a shithole of a place after issuing the invitation myself. Not her nor anyone to be honest. Not even if it was just to hang out as friends and mess around.
But everything had happened so quickly! Without even thinking I jumped into the bandwagon and only now I realized I had not spent any significant time in ground since a couple years ago and I had no way of knowing if a place was good or bad.
So I was scouting for decent places to go. Since it had been some years since I last been to a bar (Excepting Francis bar, but I had the gut feeling I was not very welcomed there) So I was out of the loop on the night scene of the ground district (of any district really).
Until now, I had already been to 5 bars, all of with I discarded because of something I saw or felt that I didn’t like.
Like, one of them was simply too old-fashioned to be of any interest for anyone that wanted to do anything else besides getting as hammered as possible and wallowing in a pool of self loathing. (That, or being a 60 years old grandpa that liked to go and have a drink after a long day of beating his wife and giving society a cold shoulder)
Other two bars I went presented clear signs of gang activity among the customers, so they were a no go from the get go.
Another was so dirty it bordered on being disgusting; and the last one was nice but had a waitress that knew me from my time in the gang, so that place was our of the question as well.
The establishment I was currently entering was one situated just at the beginning of the ground district, way closer to the wind district than to the outskirts of the city proper. It was a safe zone, so I could show my face there without fear of retaliation, reason why I chose to go in there with my tail proudly waving behind me, I had heard good things about this bar in regard to their treatment of faunus, so I wanted to verify it by myself.
I was wearing a light cream colored tunic that reached to my hips and one of the few pairs of pants that I owned, a special seam with a hole on the backside for my tail to slip out comfortably, and my hair held up with a gold colored thread. I had promised to give wearing pants a chance so there I was, still a little uncomfortable but I was doing it for my classmate's sake. Since that probably would let me make a good first impression with Nasrin.
The bar itself was called “Axiom Bar” and it had a nice mishmash vibe to it.
Black stone floors and walls that granted it a fresh atmosphere, like some place you would want to go after a hot day of work. Tables made of varnished tree trunks contributed to an earthy, simplistic feeling that I was grateful for.
All the while, the walls themselves were lidded with wooden plaques with funny messages and jokes, strangely most, if not all of them where signed with a name and date on a bottom corner. Besides that, a worn out dart board was almost hidden on a corner of the room.
Illumination was provided in the form of some classical mistral globe-like lamps and some neon light tubes on the corners of the room that clashed horribly with the rest of the decor but in kind of a charming way.
One section of the bar had tiled floors and was clear of any chairs or other furniture. So that would probably be a small dancing section for people to use during the most busiest weekend nights.
The cocktail bar itself was plain dark wood with mostly beer dispensers on the front while a healthy assortment of drinks rested safely behind the barkeeper’s back. A burly looking man with a mane of brown hair and a magnificent beard embellishing his face.
To summarize it. A place that was probably more used to catering to factory employees and construction workers at day while being nice enough for young groups of friends and couples to hang out at night. Not a den for thugs and robbers like some other bars in the area might be.
It wasn’t as fancy or good-looking as any place in the cloud or wind districts, although it was clear it wasn’t your typical hole in the wall place either.
Place was also pretty cheap on the booze, so that was always a bonus.
After getting myself a nice, cold dark beer (better than the lukewarm trash Francis was serving, that’s for sure) I turned around, resting my back against the dark wood and giving small sips at my beverage as I took in the atmosphere and music, the owner seemed to be a fan of classic rock. And although I was not a super fan, I couldn’t say I really disliked it.
Things were going pretty well until I noticed something... Slightly unsettling.
Sat just besides me was a middle aged man, he seemed wasted beyond salvation, slightly dizzy and a little hunched over the bar.
He had also been looking at me for some time. But there was something strange on the way he did it. Kinda like he was trying to measure something up.
It wasn't a perverted gaze either, more like a... Curious one.
Feeling a little pressured to do something, I nervously cleared my throat and turn a little in his direction while looking for something good to use as a conversation starter. But since I didn’t found anything, I went with the stock question.
-Nice place huh? You come here often?- Ye ye, good job Bianca, outstanding, going with a standard pickup line so the old man thinks you are trying to hit on him, what a marvelous move indeed...
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