Post by Oru on Jan 13, 2016 21:52:36 GMT -5
A Youthful sort of scamp slips in with the barest hint of a trailing breeze from the chilled outdoors. 'He' is a lanky, unkempt boy of maybe teenage years, with sprigs of straw-colored hair poking out of his patched cap. 'His' face, though spotted with a bit of well-earned dirt, is narrow and smooth. He'd be an attractive sort if he cleaned up.
Also, if he was a HE at all.
Her name, at least to everyone that meant anything, was Oru. A name of her own fabrication as it were, having eschewed her given name as soon as she could speak straight. Presently, her bosom was cinched tight beneath the layers of hand-me-down clothing, covered entirely with a baggy, patched gray tail coat that would have made the Artful Dodger proud. Oru wore tattered britches and knee socks, with a pair of leather shoes (more obviously then not stolen, due to their relative good contidion.)
Oru gave herself a seat at the end of the bar, and looked around. No suspicious looks so far. No coppers to kick her out. Only a smiling bartender extending a mug of something steaming hot that smelled absolutely delicious -
"Sorry Guv'nor, I ain't got any coin for ya. But iffin you need dishes done, I'll crack em out right quick I will!"
The bartender nodded amiably, and Oru took the offered mug with a deep, relieved sigh. It was something sinfully chocolate, and her first sip was met with a delighted whimper, then a round of furious blushing as she laid into the rest of it with reckless abandon.
Once the mug was placed gently on the counter, she fished into the pocket of her coat and pulled out the invitation. It was beaten and ragged, but undoubtedly had her name and gender written at the top. 'Dearest Miss Oru.' It was like a daydream come true! She read it over and over until the bartender approached.
Oru held out her hand and grinned. Her face, through the smudges, had a few sunny freckles on her cheeks, and her lips, for a girl, were thin and lovely. Her eyebrows were very expressive, and her teeth were delicate and mostly even (Save for the left front one, that one stuck out just a hair more then the others. Liked to make itself known when she smiled.)
The Bartender shook her hand jovially and introduced himself as Bernard. "Right pleasure it is, Bernie! I'm Oru. You just lemme know when I can git to them dishes! Until then... don't s'pose I could git another of them chocolate thingies?"
Bernard chuckled and concocted another. He slid it over, and Oru picked it up and retreated to another side of the sitting room. This place was certainly very bizarre - All the myriad characters in nooks and at booths and tables, elegant ladies and whimsical gentlemen... Oru fidgeted inside her great coat and took a seat at a small table to the left of the door. She sipped her cocoa and took her invitation out again. Se spread it on the table and then pulled out a square, bronze coin of mysterious origins.
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