#nonkny

    Harry tries not to wince when memories flash and what didn’t unsettles him.

      This place....It felt familiar to her but it wasn’t exactly a place that gave off anything faux, suspicious or eerie from what she could mentally, or visually could describe. The similarities fell far too different to be anything like Luxerion. The longer she compared--the images of here and there flooded into her memory. In just under a few seconds. And it left room for thought for her to be able make her own guesses, that either this place was abandoned, or--no, it looked too well kept for that.The rosette’s never been here before. And it didn’t seem like anything that held a secret, something that was sacrilege. For her it didn’t take much for her to guess that this was a cathedral, or a church. Whatever the reason may have been, anything religious had given her a wave of mild paranoia. Right, those fanatics back in in her own world. From the hangings and the interiors and the plants, it was rather spacious. And whenever she’d move, she could hear her own footsteps paving the way either stone, or marble floor beneath her. But that also told her she’d be able to hear whenever someone else walked in. It was dimly lit so inside, so Lightning  couldn’t determine it other the windows. The street lights fell so far away and it didn’t provide for her light.  Not worrying much about if she’d caught, of if she was supposed to be here, or not. Wasn’t her fault the doors were left unlock for just anyone to walk in. Turning instantly, she heard foot steps. From where she stood, she could hardly make out who, or what it was.

     ❝ Hello there Mr. Bartender~, I’ll have a whiskey — NEAT, and my friend here’ll have the same, if you wouldn’t mind! ❞

     Tapping her perfectly painted nails rhythmically atop water stained mahogany, Nicolette directed all attention towards the man sitting alone on the stool beside her, eyes glinting mischievously through long lashes; petal pink lips stretched into a satisfied smirk as he took notice to her and she wasted no time sliding onto the seat to his left, resting bare forearms upon the bar counter. He seemed curious, but guarded, a reaction very unlike what she was used to. Most men would be quickly taken by her BEAUTY, becoming putty in her hands soon after; however, most men didn’t catch her interest quite like this one did, either.

     ❝ What’s a HANDSOME man like yourself doing all by his lonesome? I hope you don’t mind, I figured you might like some... COMPANY. ❞ Came the owed explanation, voice quiet and dripping like honey. Although, if that were the whole truth this encounter might not be so exciting.