#lyriumphantom

{ ✂~ }       And back to his favourite thing to do. Swing via his legs on a fire escape, frightening anyone who approached with inappropriate comments. Some people would walk past and the executioner would growl down or make suggestive advances, most were very likely met with “Fuck off!” or childish and womanly screaming. Most of the responses being ones that Gunji would enjoy hearing, nonetheless. 

But one small individual made his way down, and let’s just say his appearance was more than enough to pique Gunji’s interests. And sadly, his insults.

Hopping down from his hiding place, the executioner called out to the young male who had only previously walked in the place he had been standing in. With no hesitation, the blond called out, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

     Isabela wasn't too keen on this city at all, but if there was one thing she was keen on, it was the bar. The only good part was that the drinks were a reasonable price and didn't taste like piss and shit merged together. Downing another glass of the finest whiskey they had on offer, the rogue began to scan around her. Ah, it felt like home. The drunkards trying to not only fight in one corner, but also trying to get in some other girl's pants. Said girl obviously isn't taking shit from anyone today. Good on her, she supposed.

Waving her hand as though to order another drink, Isabela had noticed she'd been drinking a lot less than she thought. She hadn't nearly had her fill, and she was nowhere near even pissed enough to start seeing double. It was early, yet people were being thrown out already.

Lightweights.

Just as the door was slung open to get rid of another loudmouth drunkard, a familar face made it's way into the bar. Fenris! A face she felt blessed to see. She wondered how long he'd been around the Hive for, after all, she herself had been there not short of a month and a half at this point, perhaps even longer. No, perhaps she was a little tipsy, she was beginning to forget what the date was. Not that her timezones compared anything to this mish-mash of a city.

As the elf drew a little closer, Isabela ordered another two drinks, one for herself, and another for Fenris, even without his express permission. Calling him over, one would think she was being too loud. But this was a bar. Everyone was being loud.