Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24684131-20140718113129/@comment-23309369-20140718193826

San flicked the glass in front of her with a bare finger, her upper body was practically lying on the bartop as she watched the small amount of liquid shift in the glass. Eventually she pushed herself off of the bartop, her almost tired eyes looked around the bar, which was fairly empty. She leaned on the bar again, her hand slipping somewhat from her flushed cheeks, her head bobbed slightly as she tried to keep from falling. She eyed her almost empty glass once more, ''how long have I been here...usually I go to bars to have fun...but its so empty... ''She idly pulled at the scarf that would usually cover her neck, which was loosened enough to have be draped over and hang off of her chest, letting any who had eyes and were looking see the scar on her throat, which included the bartender, who she noticed was staring at her again. She sent him a dirty look and downed her drink again, tapping on the brim of the glass.

As the drink was refilled San had some time to look around once more, her eyes falling to the only other person sitting at the bar proper, she glanced at the booths briefly before looking back to this person, she didn't know this person, but it was obvious to her that he was a student. He looked too young to be a fully fledged hunter, but the weapons weren't something a normal person would carry so openly, she nudged the weapon on her back with an elbow, just to make sure it was still there.

Due to her boredom, and slight drunkeness, San suddenly started to act with a bit more predatory grace when looking at the person, her eyes narrowed and she sized him up, average height...kinda skinny...mmm fuck it, she grabbed her drink and rose from her seat, moving towards the person, he'll do. She sat down next to them and took a swig from her drink, acting a bit more drunk than she actually was.

She clenched her now empty hands absentmindedly before reaching into her pouch for her notebook, which she pulled out and began writing on. She was glad she wouldnt have to talk just yet, my voice might scare them away... She placed the notebook on the bar for them to see; "hello, my name is Sanguis. Are you a student?"

Her writing had a slight waver in its lines.