A little touch of magic

Emne: A little touch of magic Tors Nov 14, 2019 10:04 am

"This place is lit," he mumbled to himself as he walked around. Clay had always known about some areas of the supernatural, but this town was like a tv show he had watched before. It was like every myth and legend was normal inside the town walls. Clay had found himself exploring and with that - he had ended up in this pub, bar or whatever it was. What did they serve? Potions. How cool was that? He looked around and was impressed by the neon lights from the bar. Where had this place been his whole life? Living in the normal world, where humans knew nothing about what he was. It was weird walking around here, seeing how everyone lived among each other. Clay found himself thinking back and trying to figure out how his life would have been, how it would been if he had grown up with his biological parents. Did he have any siblings? Did he get his looks from his mother or his father? There was no records anywhere to tell him. He took a large step out of his thoughts when a familiar scent crossed his high senses. Nelinha. He looked to the side and his chocolate brown eyes landed on her. A bright smile lighted up on his face as he walked over to her. "Gurl, you are a sight for sore eyes. And I have missed you very much."

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Nelinha was known as the party girl, at least back in New York. But she was also known as getting in to trouble once she got drunk. Running from the police, getting chased; it was like that had followed her here to Gaia as well, so she thought it might've not just been a New York thing. It was girls night, and Nelinha was sitting at a table with some of her girlfriends, well except Veronica. She knew that being a mother took time out of the things that they used to be able to do, but she would be lying if she said she didn't miss the siren around. Veronica was one of the few that she trusted in this city, and with her family so far away she felt like she missed having that closeness of another person or group. She heard a familiar sound, moving to her feet with an excited look on her face as she saw the male siren she knew so well. "Clay!" she exclaimed in a loud voice, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in to a tight hug. She could hardly contain her excitement as she pulled out of the hug, having her group of girlfriends look at Clay with an almost hungry look in their eyes. "Y'all quit eating him wiv yo eyes," she said in a warning tone, pulling Clay with her towards the bar. "What are you doing here?" she asked, holding her hand up in an elegant gesture to signal for shots from the bartender.

Emne: Sv: A little touch of magic Søn Nov 17, 2019 6:34 am

Clay closed his arms around her as she pulled him into a tight hug. Here he thought he wouldn't know a single soul. There was plenty of surprises for him ahead, this was just one of them. Clay followed her eyes over at her friends. He smiled brightly, and made a salute to the girls as Nelinha pulled him over to the bar. Clay placed his left arm on the bar table and looked at her. "I could ask you the same thing, but I met a witch back home," the bartender placed the shots in front of them. "So I was pointed in this direction. Not that I complain at all," he looked a little around. He still hadn't seen everything.
"Also it appears that most of the people I know, have moved here. I wanted to see what the fuss was all about," he laughed a little to himself. "I'm happy to see you still have a great social circle, not that ever has been a problem," he gave her a little smirk before he looked back at her friends.

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Nelinha had missed him, but perhaps it was because she was sentimental to the ones from her past. Listening to him, hearing his voice and seeing his face emote was like a fresh blow of air to her system, making her smile as she leaned her elbow on the counter, placing her chin in her palm as she looked at him. She couldn't help herself from chuckling a bit, clearly already a little tipsy, but it same with the fact she rarely went out drinking like this anymore. "You know I'm a socialite, I do best with entertaining and being seen as the spectacle I am," she chuckled, grabbing one of the shots from the bar, holding it up to toast with Clay. "To old friends and new friends," she said before downing her shot. Then the song changed and her eyes lit up, looking at Clay as her mouth fell open. "Shut up, this is our song!" she said in excitement, jumping up from the bar stool, grabbing his hand and pulling him out on the dance floor. She giggled like a school girl, dancing with him as she always had back in New York. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, but it never meant anything flirty. At least not seriously. She was just the type to dance close, even with good friends. "We used to not go home before daylight," she said in his ear as she danced close to him, chuckling at the memory. "The bouncer would always have to drag me out," she chuckled as she kept dancing.

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//Out <33//

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