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Post by Alannah Vrusades on Apr 29, 2008 13:24:22 GMT -5
A humoured laugh past her heart-shaped lips, followed by a throaty noise as she contemplated the possibilities of what could be done in this damned city.
"I'm afraid the rain rather limits our ability to do anything else other than sit here and drink." She grinned, glancing over to the bar. "Though I think it's safe to say we'll be fine with a bit more alcohol. None of our romantic interests around to tell us we're being foolish."
With that, Alannah raised her hand and signalled that the two ladies would like a refill. The tender nodded his acknowledgement and went about preparing their drinks.
Alannah took a measured intake of breath, holding it in her lungs and forcing the residual anger to disipate. Anger and alcohol do not mix well.
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Post by Erelle Netherbright on Apr 29, 2008 13:28:41 GMT -5
Erelle winked smoothly at the bartender as he refilled their drinks, slipping a bit of gold into his hand. She wrapped both hands around her freshly topped off glass, enjoying the coldness of it against her warm skin. Clearly relishing the thought of being able to drink with no one to tell her that she was being stupid, no one to make her feel bad for enjoying herself, she let out a sharp laugh.
"Let's see them yell at us for this one, eh? Cheers."
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Post by Alannah Vrusades on May 13, 2008 22:05:44 GMT -5
Her own glass raised to her lips, Alannah couldn't help but allow a small smile to tug at the corners of her lips. Erelle was such a beautiful woman, particularly when she smiled. However, it seemed a habit that Erelle was not one to be forming. The curve of her lips was unfamiliar to Alannah's emerald green oculars, and the thought of Erelle being unhappy brought a pang of pain to the brunette's heart.
How fast had their friendship formed, after they got over their initial distaste for one another? How fast had they bonded through their tears? Watching the blonde sitting across from her, Alannah nodded.
"Aye, let 'em stop us if they dare try," she chirped merrily, tilting her glass and swallowing an unhealthy amount of ale.
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Post by Erelle Netherbright on May 24, 2008 6:26:45 GMT -5
Erelle's teeth clicked quietly against the glass as she tilted her head back, downing nearly half the mug in one pull. Returning the glass to its spot on the table, she let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction, a humored smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She glanced around the room, at the patrons sitting at the bar, and then back to Alannah.
"Strange, almost don't know how to drink without someone gettin' on to me."
She laughed again and downed the rest of her drink, surveying Alannah over the rim of her glass.
She could remember a time when she loathed the woman in front of her, expected too much from her.
It was becoming rapidly apparent that Alannah was ordinary, and yet extraordinary.
Kinda like her.
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Post by Alannah Vrusades on May 27, 2008 12:02:58 GMT -5
Alannah fingered the mug in her hand, nails tapping rhythmically on the cylindrical tube of glass. The amber liquid inside sloshed about as she raised it to her lips, taking an equally long pull as Erelle, quenching her thirst, abating her anger, but spurring her boredom.
"I need to do something," came her quiet voice, her eyes watching the blond across from her. "Just... something to stop -thinking.-"
Head cocked to the side, she waited for Erelle to come up with one of her brilliant schemes.
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Post by Erelle Netherbright on May 27, 2008 12:15:38 GMT -5
Erelle tapped one finger to her lips thoughtfully, her brow furrowed in thought. Her face remained blank momentarily before the first hints of a smirk became apparent on her face.
She leaned forward on the table, placing both hands flat against the rough surface and with a conspiratorial whisper she began outlining just what exactly she had in mind.
Her eyes gleamed mischievously and her lips curved into a full fledged wicked grin, her hands dancing around her face animatedly as she explained.
Stray words and phrases drift over to the patrons of the bar as they strain their ears to hear the conversation.
All they manage to glean from the hurried whispers is something about a Fel Reaver...oh dear.
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Post by Alannah Vrusades on May 27, 2008 12:22:01 GMT -5
Alannah's smile was one of genuine delight as Erelle spoke. A Fel Reaver! How perfect! Nodding eagerly as the Hunter finished speaking, Alannah stood up all at once, far too quickly. Her chair shot out behind her, toppling over, and she wobbled slightly. Of course, this spurred laughter, the sound gay.
"Oh, let's go now, Erelle! Before someone else gets this idea!" She looked around, glaring secretively at all of the patrons. She quieted her tone, or so she thought. "They're all going to try to ruin our fun if they do!"
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Post by Erelle Netherbright on May 27, 2008 12:26:14 GMT -5
Erelle stood up equally as fast, her chair screeching loudly against the floor. She stifled a giggle as Alannah's behavior caused her to lapse into an almost hysterical bout of laughter.
She grabbed the Mage's hand and tugged her towards the door, making the way to the exit on unsteady feet.
The rain outside had ligthened somewhat, but was still crashing down from the sky, and the two women were instantly soaked.
This spurred another bout of laughter and after several minutes, Erelle managed to compose herself and pointed towards the stables.
"Let's go!"
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Post by Alannah Vrusades on May 27, 2008 12:30:15 GMT -5
Alannah attempted to glare at each drop of rain as it descended from the sky, but excuting such a task proved difficult. She became dizzy quite quickly and had to stop them as they ran, needing time to gather herself.
"Where... did I park... my mount?" she questioned, scratching the top of her head. She burst out into her own hysteria, enjoying the warmth the alcohol supplied her with.
Hands on her hips, she tried to appear stern as she walked, peering curiously at the Aldor. What intelligent women these two were, laughing gaily and heading into the enemy's lair, so to speak.
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Post by Erelle Netherbright on May 27, 2008 12:36:23 GMT -5
Erelle staggered and nearly toppled over as Alannah stopped them, her eyes watching her feet with great amusement. Step step step step.
The Aldor gave them disgusted looks and muttered about them in a language unknown to the females.
Erelle snickered and blew them all kisses as Alannah paused to collect herself, the draenei outright scowling at them now.
"I think it was....over...there?" Erelle pointed vaguely in response to Alannah's question.
"Hurrrry Alannah, remember! We've gotta go before someone else figures it out. Go go go!"
She struck a vicotorious pose and shouted, her voice muffled by the rain, but still echoing in the sleeping city.
"So hurry up! We've got a Reaver to smash!"
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Post by Alannah Vrusades on May 27, 2008 12:40:24 GMT -5
"Right... RIGHT!" Alannah echoed, tearing off after her friend. Her feet pounded on the stone walkways, the slapping sound reverbrating off the walls. "Wait, where?" Her confusion was wraught across her face, illuminated by the green of her eyes. She giggled.
"THERE!" she cried out, pointing excitedly to her Tawny Hawkstrider. She rand to it, wondering when it had been suited with such hideous armour. She liked her mounts like she liked her men -- naked. Shrugging, she climbed on top and grinned, grabbing the reigns. "Let's GOOOO!"
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Post by Erelle Netherbright on May 27, 2008 12:43:35 GMT -5
Erelle erupted into uncontrollable laughter, wow...Alannah looked -stupid- sitting on that Elekk.
Shouts rang out from the Aldor who had been staring at them and Erelle squeaked in dismay, pulling Alannah somewhat roughly from the stupid elephant thing.
She giggled and nearly tripped over her own feet as they sprinted in the direction of the Scryer Tier of Shattrath City, the Aldor hot on their heels.
"Ooooh Light, run faster Alannah!"
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Post by Alannah Vrusades on May 27, 2008 12:49:42 GMT -5
While mounted on the elephant, she looked down, staring at the purplish gray of it's ugly skin. "EW!" she practically screamed, clutching for Erelle's hand as it saught her own. She slipped from the creature's back, landing with a thud, though she scrurried to her feet and followed Erelle, slower, though fast enough to outrun the dread Draenei of the Aldor.
Every movement the duo made as they ran was animated, exaggerated by the alcohol that was brimming in their blood. Hair slick, sticking to her face, her eyes shone with a sort of gleeful terror as she saw the elevator to the Scryer Tier not too far ahead.
"Go, go, GO ERELLE!" she hollared, aware that the Aldor were still chasing after them.
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Post by Erelle Netherbright on May 27, 2008 12:57:05 GMT -5
Laughter tore from Erelle's lips and was quickly lost in the rain as they sprinted, the elevator coming into sight, her ankle turned and she almost lost her balance but they continued forward, completely oblivious to the noise they were making.
They reached the elevator and the Aldor stopped short of the Scryer Guards and Erelle giggled and eyed the most handsome of the two guards up and down as they waited on the elevator. She leaned against Alannah heavily and panted, out of breath from the run. Excersise and alcohol don't mix well, after all.
Her eyes continually drifted to the guard and she grabbed him by one arm, yanking him and Alannah up and onto the elevator when it arrived, her hair plastered to her face from the rain and her eyes sparkling excitedly.
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Post by Alannah Vrusades on May 27, 2008 13:02:40 GMT -5
She grinned as Erelle pulled both her and the attractive guard onto the elevator. Her speech slurred as she looked up at him, lips parted in what she hoped appeared to be an attractive pout -- alcohol has a way of fogging reality. "How YOU doin'?" she asked, walking her index and middle finger across the expansive of his chest piece.
She snickered as she peered over her shoulder just then, eyes coming to rest on the riotous group of Aldor. They looked quite stupid down there, hopping up and down, waving their weapons in the air.
Her attention turned back to Erelle, grinning mischievously as she slipped her arm about the Scryer's waist. "I'm glad we're not Aldor -- they don't get men that look like this!"
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