Pretty, pretty lady

Finally, some days of hard work have paid off, and a few days off was like a gift for the young werewolf. It had been some time since she had days off and was able to go out with either Delilah or just by herself, but for tonight, Harper decided to go out alone. She pulled her phone up from her pocket and called a taxi. They said ten minutes, which was enough time for Harper to brush her hair and teeth. She ran to her bedroom, making sure everything was tidy. She wanted it to be respectable if she was able to pull someone with her home, not that she was counting on that, but what if? She heard a car outside and got the boots on, before walking out and locking the door behind her. Harper offered the driver a soft smile ” As close to the Nightclub Nightmare as possible.” she said after closing the door and hooked the seatbelt in.

After some time, she arrived close to the nightclub. Harper eyed the price for the drive and handed the driver a little extra ” Keep it.” she said, before unhooking the seatbelt and got out, heading towards the entrance of Nightmare. The line to get inside was thankfully not that long, so she didn’t really get to feel the cold as much as she feared as she got out of the taxi. As soon she got inside, she felt the heat and slightly sighed to herself.

For a moment she stood at the side of the entrance, trying to spot if there was anyone she knew, before she walked towards the bar, ordering something to drink. A sly smirk found its way to her lips as she approached the bartender ” Evening, what can I do for you tonight?” the bartender asked, sending Harper a soft smile. Harper leaned in over the bar ” Let me get a rum and coke, and five shots, just to start the night you know.” she said with a smirk. This was the basic start of Harper’s night out. Maybe she’d go dancing later, depending on the situation, but for now… Alcohol was her primary thought.

Being a natural performer, and missing dancing terribly much, she had found the perfect place to indulge in her slightly poisonous addiction; attention. Wearing nothing more than what could be categorized as a lace bralette, tight black jeans and stilettos that elongated her legs even more, she had been on the dance floor for just about an hour at that point. She was a bit tipsy, of course, but not enough to make it an issue. Small droplets of sweat glistened in the shifting light, making her almost glow as she swayed her hips in some of the most fluent movements possible; she did dance ballet after all on a daily basis. Her hair was long, straight, and slicked back; making it almost look wet. Her makeup, however minimal on the eyes with a simple black cat-eye liner, matched perfectly with the burgundy matt lipstick on her rather plump lips. All in all, she did almost look like some dancer from a rather chick-fixated rapper in the 2010’s.
It had been almost fifteen minutes since her last drink. She needed a refuel, and when a creepy man decided to approach her for a dance, she decided it was time for a break. She looked for a spot at the bar, only to see someone she had yet to notice there as well. Semi long dark hair, dark boots, dark pants, dark shirt… Intriguing, certainly. With a pleased smile, she moved through the crowd towards the bar - moving like a snake almost; swaying with her hips to the music; eyes fixed on the stranger. Maybe it was the drinks she had indulged in; maybe her curiosity, but she certainly knew that the spot next to the stranger was hers. ‘’Gin-tonic, please,’’ she simply said to the bartender, who already had one ready for her. Why? Maybe because it was the seventh in the hour she had been there. The bartender clearly knew Lavender’s preferred poison. The man who had tried to approach her for a dance earlier had decided not to give up that easily, and now stood a few meters from her and tried to dance in a Magic Mike-manner. Lavender leaned slightly closer to the stranger. ‘’Next drink is on me, if you help me get rid of him?’’ she offered. She had clearly had enough of the unwanted approaches, although she loved the attention. Just, keep your respectable distance, sir.

Harper was able to drown the shots rather fast and went to start on the rum and coke. She turned her gaze to the dancefloor, trying to spot Delilah, her cousin. Maybe she’d be here, though there was no sign of her anywhere. Harper was truly here alone for a change. She turned her gaze back to her drink and took a good mouthful. She was in her own thoughts, yet still being fully aware of where she was and what she was doing. Slight she ran a hand through the brown, shoulder long hair and slightly looked to her side, as a female took the spot beside her. A sly smirk found its way to her lips once again and only grew wider as the stranger leaned in towards her, speaking to her.

Harper turned around looking at the man trying to seduce the female. Without thinking twice about it, she placed her arm around the strangers neck and shoulder and leaned in to kiss her cheek ” So that’s the dude who’s harassing you, babe?” she said like it was natural for her. She raised an eyebrow towards the man before them and sighed. Harper would let go of the stranger as she walked up to the man ” Listen dude, you’re creeping my girlfriend out… Go take your hunger for meat out on someone else, would ya?” she said as she crossed her arms. If this wasn’t going to work, playing nice, then she’d do it the hard way.

It was quite clear that the stranger was in on the deal, almost before it had left Lavender’s painted lips. How lovely! As the stranger placed an arm around the neck and shoulder of Lavender, and even added the kiss on the cheek, Lavender couldn’t help but get the feeling that this indeed wasn’t a new scenario for the stranger herself. The man, however, seemed confused at first. Then, as the stranger did let go of Lavender, only to get on her feet and approach the man, Lavender got up as well. ‘’G-girlfriend?’’ he stuttered, making Lavender smirk slightly. Lavender then placed a hand on the upper arm of the stranger - or savior - if you wanted to see it that way; a signal that they were being serious.
The man got the same notion, raising his hands to signal that he was surrendering. Without a word, he turned on his heels and simply left the establishment. Lavender stood there for a moment, before she realized that she was still resting her hand on the stranger’s arm. ‘’Oh! Sorry about that!’’ she said, as she moved her hand rather quickly. Then she moved back to her seat, looking at the stranger. She grabbed her drink, raising it to signal a toast to the savior. ‘’I owe you one!’’ she said, trying to be loud enough to be heard over the music.
‘’I’m Lavie, by the way!’’ she said, smiling a charming smile, before she took a sip of her drink through one of those way too tiny straws that in the end only were there to make you drink your drink faster at get even more tipsy so that you would buy more drinks. Swaying softly to the rhythm of the music, she had a hard time sitting still once more. She missed dancing every day, but since moving there, it had been rather hard to find the perfect balance between dancing, work and social interactions. It was an eternal struggle!

Harper looked at the man and sighed ” Do I need to repeat it for you? “ she asked as she then looked at the stranger that joined her by her side. Slightly she looked at the hand on her upper arm and then eyed the man as he turned around, surrendering to Harper without a fight. She was better at this than she thought, but was this going to be a thing for her? Defending other girls at nightclubs… The thought got forced away as the stranger quickly took the hand of her shoulder. A sly smirk shortly brushed over her lips as she followed the stranger back to the bar. She found it funny how quick the female took the hand of her shoulder as she realized it was there after the man walked off. Harper then smirked as she once again spoke ” It’s no big deal, really!” she said, speaking over the music before offering the female a soft smile before toasting back at her, then taking a sip of her rum and coke.

” Harper! “ she once again spoke loud enough so Lavie was able to hear it over the music. Harper offered Lavie a smile, before taking yet another sip of her drink, close to finishing it. She called over the bartender and smiled at the female by her side ” I’ll give these…” she said leaning a little towards Lavie. She knew that this girl said she’d pay, but Harper could as well just be nice, for just one night. As the bartender got to Harper, she turned to him and smiled “Ten shots, just mix something.” she said, smiling at the bartender who started preparing the ten ordered shots. Harper paid for the shots and leaned towards Lavie again ” Are you up for a game?” she asked, smirking slyly towards her, slightly eying the shots, then back at her.

The music, the atmosphere and the women next to her made it all even more exciting. It was clear that she wasn’t used to the situation - but she was quite amused by the whole thing. As Harper leaned closer to Lavender, stating that she would be paying for ‘these’, Lavender looked rather confused at her. It turned out to be a round of ten shots. One thing Lavender was terrible at, was shots. Then, as the shots was ready, Harper leaned closer to the siren once again; now asking if Lavender was up for a game. Of course, the challenge - whatever it was - was accepted. ‘’Sure,’’ she said, with a tempted smile on her lips, before she took another sip of her g&t. ‘’What do you have in mind?’’ she asked, biting her lower lip for a moment; her lipstick not moving an inch - it was on like ink.

Had it been one of the first times she had tried being in need of someone’s help when it came to unwanted attention, she had most likely been on her way home now to get a break from it all. But, not this time. Right now, she had a pleasant time, meeting someone who seemed far more interesting than an early night with Mr. Snuggins. She reached a hand to her hair, sleeking it back once more, since it had been slightly disheveled by the dancing. Now, she was more curious than ever to hear what the rules of the game Harper had in mind would be. It was almost certain to involve alcohol that was being served up next to them.

Harper couldn’t help herself, but to smile at Lavie as she accepted the challenge. She didn’t really know what to make out of this game yet, so she ran some ideas through her head. An idea then came to mind and she slightly shrugged ” Just getting to know each other better. Five questions each, an answer before each shot?” she said, still offering her a soft smile, before reaching for her rum and coke, taking the sad remains down the gutter. Harper felt how her heart somehow skipped a small beat as soon Lavie bit her lowerlip. Normally this wasn’t a problem for her, but the young werewolf was already intoxicated by the five shots and the double rum and coke she just drowned. The alcohol had a slight hold of her. Never had she been good at drinking, probably never would be, but she’d have a good time as long she was able too.

This female was interesting. Her scent wasn’t one she was familiar with, which made her quite interesting. Harper was actually glad that she showed up alone, cause would she stand here with Lavie if Delilah had been here? Probably not. She took one of the shots and smiled at her ” You can start asking, I’ll answer honestly.” she said, with a sly smirk on her lips, waiting for Lavie’s question. She felt like this was going to be a fun night and maybe, just maybe, Harper could try her luck with this girl. Maybe it’ll go smooth as cutting through butter, maybe it wouldn’t, but only by taking the chance, time would show.

Had it not been for the fact that she already had been drinking quite a lot, she would have been able to ask some more refined questions. Instead, all that could run through her head was the way Harper had assisted her in getting rid of the creep moments before. ‘’Alright,’’ she said, with a calm smile on her lips. ‘’What inclined you to actually help me? Besides my offer to buy you a drink?’’ she asked, raising an eyebrow. She knew that saying no to a siren was quite hard in the first place, but maybe Harper had another prerogative for saying yes to begin with.

She figured that asking deep and personal questions were best reserved for some of the last ones, instead of going at her rock hard from the get go. She took another sip of her drink, tilting her head slightly as she awaited the answer. Then, she started wondering what questions Harper had up her sleeve. She seemed to be easy to talk to; quite open about most things. Did that mean that she was going to try and ask more personal questions? For a brief moment, Lavender actually considered the possibility that Harper would ask about her love life, family or even sexuality; all things Lavender didn’t really have much to talk about at the moment. Her love life was all over the place; Rafael was for sure an interest, but she had no idea where they stood. Her family on the other hand, were not really to be talked about when drunk. She would just whine about how terrible her childhood had been, instead of admitting that they had tried to do what was best for her. Her sexuality? She had never questioned it, so she had no opinions about it. Maybe she would after this night, but who was to say?