It was one of those days Levinia tried to take a break from missions, tinkering with whatever new thing she was trying to invent, or any other activity that could be even loosely rendered "work". She was on a personal vacation, if it could be called such. Such "me-times" tended to paint the picture of taking time out to focus on one's self and do a little introspection which was healthy to a degree, depending on how the self-focus went. On the normal, she would have liked to find some place that was isolated from the general hubbub of mortals, in touch with nature and generally serene. However, this was not a "normal". She wanted to engage in some... "unnecessary" behavior, as someone she knew a long time ago had called the act of socialization. Or was it an art? She couldn't tell.
To kill two or more birds with one stone was always beneficial. She could squeeze a couple of things in together, so that she wouldn't feel so guilty in the future, if she felt she had wasted good time. And that was why she had chosen Motor City for her little holiday. It was filled to overflowing with all sorts of gadgets, parts and equipment, and Levinia felt a little window shopping wouldn't hurt. She had a little change to spare, and who knew whether she might find some rare part that she could use in her gizmo tinkering? Once again, she convinced herself that she was simply going to do some harmless shopping, and it couldn't be considered work, even if it might yield such later in the future. Playing a game of ping pong with her thoughts and consciences in this manner, Levinia arrived...
... and was surprised at how different the place looked. She had stumbled in on some sort of carnival, which was expected to celebrate summer. Well, Fiorans did just love their celebrations, didn't they? The streets were filled with festive people, some of which danced to the almost overbearingly loud music that blasted from the speakers. As she glanced at them with some distaste, she suddenly wondered about the interactions and relationships between sound generation and amplification lacrima... Wait, she was here to have fun, not plot calculations in her head. She took a deep breath, then sighed. It would have been nice if a friend came along. But then, sadly, she hardly had any. The only one she was sure of often seemed mildly averse to such celebrations, though Levinia had never seen her make any attempts to stay away from such celebrations. Levie chuckled and shook her head.
Okay, how to have fun? First things first, she would slake her thirst on some cold drink. Maybe she would then find some person who felt like speaking, or she would just wander from one end of the street party to the other, and bear herself away to a more quiet place. Eh, knowing herself, the latter was probably going to happen. Ah well... first, the drink. Whatever happened after would sort itself out.
Glancing around, she saw an open bar, which was dishing out refreshing looking drinks. She approached a little hesitantly, because where there was a bar, and things were noisy like this, it only stood to reason that alcohol was flowing freely. Maybe she would get a drink that was not alcoholic...nah, that was very laughable. She had nothing to be afraid of, anyway; she seemed to have a high liquor threshold. Besides, she would take just one drink, and that would be it.
Approaching the bartender, she found herself looking at a dark-skinned man, who worked wonders with the cocktail shaker and glassware surrounding him. If she hazarded a guess, she would say he was Ca-Elumese, what with his accent first, and skin tone next. She sat on a stool and watched him silently, only her eyes following his movements while her body remained inert. He looked at her, then smiled slowly.
"What can I get you, miss?"
"What's safe?"
"Nothing here," he said, and laughed. Levinia chuckled herself, then said, "Doesn't that make at least half of this stuff illegal?"
The bartender looked somewhat surprised. "Illegal? Heck no! I wouldn't be dishing them drinks if it was against the law. The Magic Council approved all this you see, so I came here to do what I do best." He squinted at her. "Sure you not a minor?"
Levinia rested her chin in her interlocked fingers, while her elbows rested on the bar. She fixed him with an unwavering gaze. "How old do I look?" "Well, like a teenager... unless you're some ancient vampire lady that got turned while still an innocent girl, and I'm speaking to a millennium old cutie." He laughed again, and Levinia smiled slowly, but said nothing. He raised an eyebrow and his laugh faltered slightly. "You're not one of them vampires, are you?"
Now, it was her turn to laugh. "No. I should have liked to pull your legs a bit, but I'm not a very good liar, so I'd better not start what I can't finish." The bartender gave an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Ain't that a relief? I hear such kinds are rather unforgiving. My apologies; they say we shouldn't ask ladies anything about their ages. So, back to my offer: what can I get you?"
"Even if I'm a minor?"
He rolled his eyes. "Lady, like half these hicks here are minors. What can we do? Kids grow up early and all that. Besides, I hear drinking age is lax in many parts." He shrugged slightly. "Well, to ease your conscience, no, I'm not a minor, so you won't be held to task for getting a kid drunk," she replied. "You know what? I'm feeling a little daring. Mix me up something random."
"Anything?" He raised an eyebrow again.
"Anything."
"Your call, ma'am."
As he set to whipping up something "random", while jerking his head to the beat booming from the speakers, Levinia hoped that she wasn't making a mistake...
To kill two or more birds with one stone was always beneficial. She could squeeze a couple of things in together, so that she wouldn't feel so guilty in the future, if she felt she had wasted good time. And that was why she had chosen Motor City for her little holiday. It was filled to overflowing with all sorts of gadgets, parts and equipment, and Levinia felt a little window shopping wouldn't hurt. She had a little change to spare, and who knew whether she might find some rare part that she could use in her gizmo tinkering? Once again, she convinced herself that she was simply going to do some harmless shopping, and it couldn't be considered work, even if it might yield such later in the future. Playing a game of ping pong with her thoughts and consciences in this manner, Levinia arrived...
... and was surprised at how different the place looked. She had stumbled in on some sort of carnival, which was expected to celebrate summer. Well, Fiorans did just love their celebrations, didn't they? The streets were filled with festive people, some of which danced to the almost overbearingly loud music that blasted from the speakers. As she glanced at them with some distaste, she suddenly wondered about the interactions and relationships between sound generation and amplification lacrima... Wait, she was here to have fun, not plot calculations in her head. She took a deep breath, then sighed. It would have been nice if a friend came along. But then, sadly, she hardly had any. The only one she was sure of often seemed mildly averse to such celebrations, though Levinia had never seen her make any attempts to stay away from such celebrations. Levie chuckled and shook her head.
Okay, how to have fun? First things first, she would slake her thirst on some cold drink. Maybe she would then find some person who felt like speaking, or she would just wander from one end of the street party to the other, and bear herself away to a more quiet place. Eh, knowing herself, the latter was probably going to happen. Ah well... first, the drink. Whatever happened after would sort itself out.
Glancing around, she saw an open bar, which was dishing out refreshing looking drinks. She approached a little hesitantly, because where there was a bar, and things were noisy like this, it only stood to reason that alcohol was flowing freely. Maybe she would get a drink that was not alcoholic...nah, that was very laughable. She had nothing to be afraid of, anyway; she seemed to have a high liquor threshold. Besides, she would take just one drink, and that would be it.
Approaching the bartender, she found herself looking at a dark-skinned man, who worked wonders with the cocktail shaker and glassware surrounding him. If she hazarded a guess, she would say he was Ca-Elumese, what with his accent first, and skin tone next. She sat on a stool and watched him silently, only her eyes following his movements while her body remained inert. He looked at her, then smiled slowly.
"What can I get you, miss?"
"What's safe?"
"Nothing here," he said, and laughed. Levinia chuckled herself, then said, "Doesn't that make at least half of this stuff illegal?"
The bartender looked somewhat surprised. "Illegal? Heck no! I wouldn't be dishing them drinks if it was against the law. The Magic Council approved all this you see, so I came here to do what I do best." He squinted at her. "Sure you not a minor?"
Levinia rested her chin in her interlocked fingers, while her elbows rested on the bar. She fixed him with an unwavering gaze. "How old do I look?" "Well, like a teenager... unless you're some ancient vampire lady that got turned while still an innocent girl, and I'm speaking to a millennium old cutie." He laughed again, and Levinia smiled slowly, but said nothing. He raised an eyebrow and his laugh faltered slightly. "You're not one of them vampires, are you?"
Now, it was her turn to laugh. "No. I should have liked to pull your legs a bit, but I'm not a very good liar, so I'd better not start what I can't finish." The bartender gave an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Ain't that a relief? I hear such kinds are rather unforgiving. My apologies; they say we shouldn't ask ladies anything about their ages. So, back to my offer: what can I get you?"
"Even if I'm a minor?"
He rolled his eyes. "Lady, like half these hicks here are minors. What can we do? Kids grow up early and all that. Besides, I hear drinking age is lax in many parts." He shrugged slightly. "Well, to ease your conscience, no, I'm not a minor, so you won't be held to task for getting a kid drunk," she replied. "You know what? I'm feeling a little daring. Mix me up something random."
"Anything?" He raised an eyebrow again.
"Anything."
"Your call, ma'am."
As he set to whipping up something "random", while jerking his head to the beat booming from the speakers, Levinia hoped that she wasn't making a mistake...
WC: 1011/2000