Lotus Flower Bomb [c]
Nov 2, 2011 23:17:52 GMT -8
Post by Nureha on Nov 2, 2011 23:17:52 GMT -8
The dim lights reflected off of the glossy violet stain of her fingernails as she impatiently tapped the wooden bar, waiting for the bartender to indulge her strongest vice. The bar is quiet, which Nuregami attributed to the time. Most patrons wouldn’t show up until later, choosing to spend the late afternoon working, shopping, or spending time with loved ones rather than sipping down liquor in a dark tavern. The few people inside were keeping to themselves and the ex-kunoichi was no exception. She found small talk with strangers to be useless; she much preferred to be left alone with her thoughts.[/blockquote]
A dark haired man a few chairs down from her took a long drag from his cigarette before popping a few warped smoke rings into the air. The whispy remains of the tobacco floated above the small tea candle burning in a glass globe between a few spent lowball glasses containing some half melted ice cubes and what Nuregami guessed was the diluted remains of scotch. The smell of burnt tobacco, while ever present in most taverns, was even stronger now.
Her hand wanders from the bar to the left side of her head, finding a stray curl that hadnt been pulled into place earlier that day. After smoothing her fingers over the troubling lock of hair a few times, she gives up on disciplining it and simply tucks it behind her ear. The bartender finally makes his way to the young woman and an order is placed. Single malt whiskey. Neat.
The moderately pricey liquor is poured in a small glass and smile accompanied by a grateful nod is given in exchange for the beverage. The caramel colored alcohol is carefully swirled around the glass a few times before being lifted to her lips. A small mouthful of whiskey slides between her lips, igniting her tastebuds before trickling down her throat, accompanied by an intense burn that slowly turns into a comforting warmth surrounding what feels to be her heart. With a slow exhale, Nuregami places the glass back onto the bar, the rim of the container darkened by her lipstick; a permanent kiss, etched in glass.
The strangeness of her order combined with how effortlessly it was consumed had drawn the attention of a few of the closer patrons, garnering mostly looks of confusion, admiration, or some combination between the two. Her golden eyes bounced between her onlookers, and without a change in expression, another mouthful of her drink found it’s way down her gullet. Most of the audience seemed to have lost the novelty of watching a young woman drink like a hardened criminal and had returned to their own devices. However, the smoking man’s gaze still lingered on Nuregami.
Saying nothing, the burly man took a long draw on his cigarette, the cherry on the tip flaring bright red as air flooded through the tobacco and rolled paper stick. The young woman’s face, which had been stoic up until now, contorted into a mask meaning to convey something along the lines of ‘can I help you?’ Getting the message after a few seconds, the scorn man tossed a wad of cash into the bar before flicking his cigarette into a nearby ash tray. As he departed, her face returned to an expressionless state after her lips briefly curling into a smirk. The air in the tavern settled and the comfortable sensation of silence took over again. At least, for now.
