Thursday Night Drinks[Alisha]

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The streets were filled with people, they always were filled with people. There was a slight breeze and with it came the smells of the city. There were sinners, there were saints, and there were the demons. Like any other city, New Orleans was infested with vile things, things that had no remorse. Poor excuses for humans and blood suckers walked these streets. Side by side with all the rest. It made her just a bit angry, but she refused to hunt here. Though she did on occasion lead the cops to places before something bad happened. Her mind was wondering, she let her feet take her where they wished, she had no place to be.

She was conflicted as of late, and yet she was so decisive. When her wolf said evil, she listened. She never really stopped hunting, it was all she was, the avenging sword of Lady Justice. But she also was a child of the Earth, she was brought up to be her caretaker and her humble servant. She hated cities because they blatantly refused to be one with nature, to love her like the mother that she is. This confliction, this confusion, never once had halted her quest for justice, nor for peace, both had a part of her soul. Through it all, she had never found love. Never once felt such pure warmth for a single being. She sometimes wondered what it was like to be loved, not just by family, but by one who want her for her. But these moments of weakness were fleeting, and she soon returned to the state of mind that made the most dangerous creature in the night...Kill the killer before he kills. Stop the abuser before him attacks. Stop the rapist before he ravages. Avenge the deeds with such force as the be remembered... It wasn't an obsession, more like a obligation. Something she had committed to the night she was born into this life an she didn't mind all that much. She broke out of her thoughts and looked around, what an odd place her wondering had brought her. to a small tavern call Ollie's, this was an old place, at least dating back to the late 1800s, it was beautiful. She walked through the heavy oak doors and was greeted by a hearty Louisiana "Al'right!" and the smell of beer and good home style Cajun. Basset smiled, and took a seat at the bar. " Wha' can I get for ya' dawlin'?" The bar tender said in a tradition New Orleans accent. "I'll take a Bearded boy, if you wouldn't mind." Basset usually had a Smirnoff or a couple shots of vodka, but tonight she was in the mood for something different. "Com'in right atcha' dawlin." he turned immediately and started making it, wick little bastard, he was. A voice came from beside her, ordering the same drink. A woman sat down on the stool next to her and smiled. Basset smiled back, "You have some good taste in alcohol my friend. Name's Basset Phoenix." she was feeling oddly friendly tonight.

[*alishariley]

She sighs softly looking around, the sky reminded her of a pool of black water that waved ever so slightly every time a light appeared. She was unsure of what to do with her time here in New Orleans it seemed al most pointless to be down in the south. Her kind wasn't liked down here, even though it was apparently a free country.

Slowly her feet took her towards a tavern she had never been in. She wasn't exactly sure how to act so she merely walked in. Her attire was something to be complimented on, she was dressed up for no reason.

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She was already being checked out as soon as she walked in the door. Her chocolate colored hair with the accented carmel/vanilla colored highlights made the dress really pop out. Her figure also complimented the outfit, just as much as the outfit complimented her figure. The tavern air was like warm breath against her sensitive skin, and the eyes of random men and women on her like needles. She could feel them all around but decided to ignore them and go take a seat near a woman sitting at the bar.

She watched her steps as many people around her walked quickly as if they really had some place to hurry to. She smiled and slowly sat down on a stool next to the lady and looked at her then at the wooden design of the counter as she waited for the bartender. "You have some good taste in alcohol my friend. Name's Basset Phoenix." She slowly looked back to the lady and smiled. "It seems you do as well, or you wouldn't be here." Alisha smiled and ordered her Smirnoff Vodka, and 2 shots of tequila and waited for them to be served. Once they were set in front of her she smiled and looked back to the lady. "The names Alisha, Alisha Stone, nice to meet you Basset." Alisha was being very kind and not to sarcastic for some reason, that was definitely different for her.

She smiled at Basset and then slowly started taking swigs of her vodka and then sips of her tequila giving her shivers. "Ahhh, a nice spike for the night I should say. So what are you up to?" She spoke to Basset lightly not feeling that she needed to raise her voice for some reason.

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Well this one was definitely not from around here. There wasn't a southern bone in her little petite body. She didn't have much of an accent but if she had to guess, Basset would go with northern, most likely New York. She laughed, the girl seemed so out of place here. And for a Yankee, she didn't move with traffic very well. She nearly ran into three people on her way over. The bar tender did some fancy tricks with her drink and placed it in front of her "There ya' are dawlin'" She smiled at him, "Thank ya' kindly, sir." Ah, her old southern drawl. It only came out when she was down here, or back home. For the most part she masked it, by simply not talking to much or avoiding the words; kindly, boy, and y'all. Those tended to be the ones that made her slip back into her old peach ways.

She took in her hand and drank it, taking out the straw and placing it on the counter. "...So what are you up too? Vodka and tequila? This human either had some cahones or wanted to get drunk so fast that she didn't know what had hit her. Basset sipped at her bearded boy, it contained much higher proof alcohol. Got to love that grain, it hit at 153 , plus the southern comfort and vodka made for a killer mix. But Basset was a wolf and her family had a history of being the ones to drink the Irish under the table, so it took a hell of a lot to knock her on her ass. "Just enjoying my visit to this gorgeous town. I go back to France in three days." Ah Paris, that's where her companions were, and her pack. She didn't like it near as much as she did Georgia or New Orleans though, it was to French. Not that she had a problem with the French, she just missed the U.S. It was her home, no matter how far she roamed, America would always have her heart. "What about you? What brought you down to this little tavern in the heart of the infamous New Orleans?" She sipped her drink again, the sting of the alcohol sent a tingle down her spine, damn she loved Bearded Boys.

[*alishariley]

She slowly took sips of her vodka and tequila mixing them together in her mouth. Mixing them together gave her a chill at first, but as the fiery elixir swam down her throat it became a warm fuzzy feeling. She looked to the woman known as Basset and smiled, she was a pretty lady indeed. Of course Alisha didn't move that way, but she had to say that Basset was a lovely lady most definitely. Her brown hair was around the same shade as Alisha's; although, Alisha's was highlighted naturally due to the sun, in California when she went down there. Not to mention Basset had gorgeous curves that matched her body; though its hard to explain, just some bodies have curves but they don't look good, but they did on Basset.

"Just enjoying my visit to this gorgeous town. I go back to France in three days." She heard Basset speak as she once again mixed her 2 liquors together. "Oh really? I do as well, I'm goin' down ther' to meet my frien' Adela." It seemed funny that someone she had just met was leaving to the same place as her at the same time, they probably had the same flight too. Alisha had figured out how to cover up her Brooklyn accent, but it appeared out of no where every time she heard a lovely full accent of someone else. "What about you? What brought you down to this little tavern in the heart of the infamous New Orleans?" When Basset had spoken the question, Alisha's first answer was going to be ~Oh well I just travel where ever the wind takes me.~ But she actually felt like she needed some good liquor in her before she got on a plane, that was public, since she had never been on one. Usually she would take the private jet that her family had, but recently she let the pilot go on a 3 month vacation, to spend time with his homely family. Man how she wished she could have a life like his, but she didn't think it possible. She looked to Basset and blushed lightly then took a nice sip from her vodka glass. "Well, since it's gonna be my first time on a public airplane I thought I'd get nice and drunk three days befor', den slowly sober up, so I'd be nice and calm. Seein' as that dese drinks are just my warm ups, I'll be her' in New Orleans for a while. Not only that but my flight comes out of her' so yea."

Alisha couldn't help but be truthful, she smiled at Basset and finished her one vodka glass and moved onto the next one, mixing her tequila and vodka in her mouth, letting the sensation of liquid fire flow down her throat. While she did she slowly looked around the bar just looking at people. She wondered if she knew anyone here, but probably not; she didn't visit New Orleans very much.

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Basset smiled, this one was a talker. It seemed as if she were already intoxicated, just by the little she already had. The woman was very attractive, she was surprised none of the tavern rats had come up and tried to take her home already. The men around here were either very well mannered, or total bastards, there were very few in between. Her accent finally came out without being hindered, she was from New York after all, interesting. apparently was going to France as well and to meet a friend by the name of Adela. Curious...Basset wondered if it were Josef's mate, Adela. but the probability of that would be extremely slim. There had to be others with that name in France, although it was a very strong German one.

"...My flight comes out of her' so yeah." first flight on a public plane? Odd, Basset wouldn't have guessed she was the heiress of such a fortune, she didn't have that scent of money. She usually she could tell those kinds of things with ease, But she wasn't really concentrating on her scent at the moment. She wasn't really concentrating on anything at the moment. She was turning off, leaving this plane to the humans for tonight. She wouldn't partake in her usual festivities in this city, this place was her sanctuary, well one of them. She took a drink, "By chance, is your friends last name Jaeger? It couldn't hurt to ask, if not, than it wouldn't matter anyway.