[center][color=#807B84][sub][i]There once was a woman who lived a life so strange it had to be true...[/i][/sub][/color]
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[color=#816C90][sup][b]╚════════════════════════════════════════════ J Ä G E R B O M B ═══════════════════════════════════════════╝[/b][/sup][/color][/center][color=#816C90][indent][sub][B]Location[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Tír na nÓg[/I] - [I]Milk Street[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Post #2.04:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I]An Odd Meet Cute[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][hr][INDENT][COLOR=#816C90]|[/COLOR] [color=#807B84][B][sub]Interacting with [@Junkmail] & [@SepticGentleman][/sub][/B][/color]

[INDENT]The bar was busier than usual, the crime scene down the street had attracted quite the crowd as the city followed the still developing case with morbid curiosity. More than a handful had turned away from the grisly scene, entering the Nog in order to find something to raise their spirits after seeing a man whose own soul was not allowed to go gently into the night. 

Ellara had heard the murmurings of the patrons as she poured drink after drink from behind the bar. For every additional detail she heard, a nagging feeling formed in the back of her mind. Something about the murder felt familiar to Ellara, and it wasn’t just due to it being the latest in a spree across Santa Celia. Pushing the feeling to the back of her mind, Ellara approached the next customer along the bar. 

Something about the man put Ellara off however as she neared him, her stomach turning as a wave of nausea passed over the young woman causing her to nearly double over in discomfort. Wrapping an arm around her abdomen, Ellara braced herself against the solid oak bar as she moved to speak to the man. Peanuts were spilled across the bar top as the man sat across from her, frantically counting them as he returned them to the bowl. Ellara felt her nose crinkle in disgust as she spotted a red bandanna wrapped around the man’s wrist. 

The bandanna was a sure sign the man belonged to none other than the 6[sup]th[/sup] Street Blood Cult. No one in Santa Celia would dare wear their colours otherwise, the only thing worse than being a part of the Cult, was pretending to be. Leaning over the bar, Ellara’s cleavage nearly spilled out of her cropped black tank top as she forced a smile and addressed the man. 

[color=#816c90]“What can I get you, love?”[/color] She asked as the man continued to lift one peanut at a time, placing it in the bowl as he muttered the next subsequent number under his breath before repeating the cycle. Clearing her throat, Ellara repeated the question.

[color=#816c90]“Eh, fuckface, what’s your poison?”[/color] She pressed her tone less than impressed. Rolling her eyes as the man continued to ignore her in favour of counting the spilled nuts, Ellara curled her lip in disgust as she straightened up and adjusted her shirt. Shaking her head as the man continued to ignore her, Ellara angrily slapped the bowl across the counter in annoyance. The previously counted nuts spilled across the counter, flying in all directions and even onto the floor while the bartender watched with smug satisfaction.

[color=#816c90]“Fuck you, buddy.”[/color] Ellara muttered only to jump back in shock as the man looked up at her. His pale complexion emphasizing the frenzied red eyes as long incisors dripped from beneath his upper lip. His brow was furrowed and his nostrils were flared as he exhaled in frustration before Ellara blinked and it was all gone, the haunting visage replaced by a man in shock as he bowed his head and returned to counting the spilled nuts.  

Trying to shake what she had just seen from her head, Ellara opted to move on to two new customers who had taken up a seat at the end of the bar. The feeling of nausea continued to attack her stomach as she neared the pair, biting her lip to try and distract her mind from the pain before putting on yet another fake smile. 

Opening her mouth to speak, Ellara met the female’s eyes, watching as her pupils turned black before sinking back into her head, her eyes becoming no more than empty sockets that stared right through her. The woman’s face continued to change as her skin turned a pale shade of green, her cheeks becoming taunt and her lips black and thin, barely hiding the decayed teeth that filled her mouth. 

Recoiling in a combination of horror and shock, Ellara nearly fell into the shelf behind her as her hand found its way onto a tall bottle of rye. Spinning the cap off the bottle with only her thumb, Ellara quickly lifted it to her lips as she took a long, deep swig before looking back at the pair before her. In the second she had looked away, the woman’s face had seemingly returned to normal and Ellara allowed herself a small sigh of relief before slamming the bottle on the counter, dragging the back of her hand across her mouth before she finally addressed the pair.

[color=#816c90]“Welcome to the Nog, now what I can I get you two to [i]fuckin’[/i] drink?”[/color][/INDENT][/INDENT]