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tamingthemuseTitle: Barfly
Fandom: original/Exalted
Prompt: 186
Warnings: curse words
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Sari lives a peaceful life, but that's not what she really wants.
Sari tapped her fingers on the well aged wood of the bar, her chin cupped in the palm of her other hand. The heels of her boots hooked on the lowest rung of the bar stool, the toes swinging lightly to the beat of the music. To her left, her party had gathered around a table and were loudly cheering as one after another pint was downed. She wrinkled her nose as she caught sight of a spilled drink dribbling down the table.
Loss for him, then, she thought with a sigh.
She found this boring. Well, today it was. Usually she was content to party with the others, laughing and creating a riot, but something was off today. They were too loud, too rowdy. She wanted to go home to bed, go anywhere but here. She stood and waved away the bar keep as he went to offer her more cider. Grinning at her friends, she motioned outside, indicating the loo.
She loved them all like family, she supposed, but sometimes they were too much for her. She pushed open the door and took a deep breath of the night air before turning to the left and walking down the wooden path. She rubbed a hand along her hip, wondering what was itching at her skin.
She jumped off the low rise and padded away from the tavern.
Out of the firelight, the night turned dark around her and she was quickly surrounded with the sounds of night. She leaned against a tree, flicking a leaf off her shoulder. As it fluttered down to the ground she realized that there was nothing wrong with her. She wanted to move again.
She wanted to leave this place and find more places to learn about. To find something more.
She ignored the whisper of her father’s name that echoed in her mind.
Her circle was happy here. They had settled into this place as if it were their paradise. It wasn’t hers. She sank to the ground and encircled her knees with her arms, realizing that all the trouble she’s been in lately was by her own causing. She wanted out. She was bored, thus she was making trouble. There was a saying about that. Couldn’t remember it at the moment, but that didn’t matter.
She was bored here and wanted something more.
A ship under her feet. A cutlass in her hand. Sea salt in her hair.
She’d only been on a long voyage once, from home to, well, here. Before that only trips between islands had been under her belt. The ocean had always been in her blood. One trip from West to East wasn’t enough to calm her.
Quickly she stood and dusted off her rump and dashed back into the tavern. A quick glance around found her party still horsing it up, this time forcing one of their own to stand on the stage. She drunkenly stumbled to the center and giggled as the band struck up a hearty tune.
Sari paused only long enough to shove aside the guilt she had been feeling and jumped into the group. She wrapped her arms around two sets of shoulders and kicked at the table. All the drinks spilt and she grinned a wolfish grin when they all turned snarling eyes onto her.
“Ho! Ya’ll are pissed. How many of you think ya can take me, fully sober?”
Oh yes, idle hands are the devil's joy and all that.
Fandom: original/Exalted
Prompt: 186
Warnings: curse words
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Sari lives a peaceful life, but that's not what she really wants.
Sari tapped her fingers on the well aged wood of the bar, her chin cupped in the palm of her other hand. The heels of her boots hooked on the lowest rung of the bar stool, the toes swinging lightly to the beat of the music. To her left, her party had gathered around a table and were loudly cheering as one after another pint was downed. She wrinkled her nose as she caught sight of a spilled drink dribbling down the table.
Loss for him, then, she thought with a sigh.
She found this boring. Well, today it was. Usually she was content to party with the others, laughing and creating a riot, but something was off today. They were too loud, too rowdy. She wanted to go home to bed, go anywhere but here. She stood and waved away the bar keep as he went to offer her more cider. Grinning at her friends, she motioned outside, indicating the loo.
She loved them all like family, she supposed, but sometimes they were too much for her. She pushed open the door and took a deep breath of the night air before turning to the left and walking down the wooden path. She rubbed a hand along her hip, wondering what was itching at her skin.
She jumped off the low rise and padded away from the tavern.
Out of the firelight, the night turned dark around her and she was quickly surrounded with the sounds of night. She leaned against a tree, flicking a leaf off her shoulder. As it fluttered down to the ground she realized that there was nothing wrong with her. She wanted to move again.
She wanted to leave this place and find more places to learn about. To find something more.
She ignored the whisper of her father’s name that echoed in her mind.
Her circle was happy here. They had settled into this place as if it were their paradise. It wasn’t hers. She sank to the ground and encircled her knees with her arms, realizing that all the trouble she’s been in lately was by her own causing. She wanted out. She was bored, thus she was making trouble. There was a saying about that. Couldn’t remember it at the moment, but that didn’t matter.
She was bored here and wanted something more.
A ship under her feet. A cutlass in her hand. Sea salt in her hair.
She’d only been on a long voyage once, from home to, well, here. Before that only trips between islands had been under her belt. The ocean had always been in her blood. One trip from West to East wasn’t enough to calm her.
Quickly she stood and dusted off her rump and dashed back into the tavern. A quick glance around found her party still horsing it up, this time forcing one of their own to stand on the stage. She drunkenly stumbled to the center and giggled as the band struck up a hearty tune.
Sari paused only long enough to shove aside the guilt she had been feeling and jumped into the group. She wrapped her arms around two sets of shoulders and kicked at the table. All the drinks spilt and she grinned a wolfish grin when they all turned snarling eyes onto her.
“Ho! Ya’ll are pissed. How many of you think ya can take me, fully sober?”
Oh yes, idle hands are the devil's joy and all that.
