Winter 39, 514 Shamus thrived under Leths' soft gaze from above. It felt calm, unlike the sometimes harsh glare of Syna. Even with the tendrils of mist slowly creeping across Lhavits' skies the moon managed to provide enough light to see by, creating gentle shadows across the city. It was at this time of night that Shamus truly loved to be in Lhavit. He was off duty at The Starry Chalice, seeing as he worked while Syna shined down enough to illuminate the lab fully, but the night energized him much more than day.
He was feeling slightly different than normal, the cool chill in the gently flowing breeze was just enough to keep his mind sharp, but the same mind was telling him to enjoy the night. It was rare that Shamus did things to please himself, but tonight would be a night all about him. A excited grin formed on his face as he pivoted completely, heading towards his favorite night life spot, The Scholars' Demise. It was not the most bustling, but it always had the same amenities, pretty girls, good drinks, and more pretty girls.
The thought of the place urged him on faster, a grin plastered on his face. After all, alcohol was calling. Even though the night was still young, many had begun enjoying the activities reserved for after a few drinks. On his way he even noticed two women dancing in the middle of the street, a circle of people around them, cheering them on.
The energy was undeniable, people were coming alive and thriving outside of their shells. It was all Shamus could do not to break out in a sprint, excitement nearly overtaking him on his journey to the bar. Already he saw it ahead, a few torches set up around the entrance and noise flowing out from inside. But this was not simply obnoxious noise, it was laughter. The open door drew closer, warm light flickering out from the doorway into the street, creating long shadows of the people inside, most holding tankards that were obviously filled with the mind numbing beverage he was craving, knowing it brought him alive.
A few more steps and he was inside, people all around him. His final destination was directly to the left of him, the counter with single stools lined up in front of it, a few people sitting there. One of which caught his eye. She was alone, sipping on a drink little by little, her brunette hair flowing down just past her shoulders. Her skin was tanned, glowing in the light of the torches. She wore a short dress, blue, that fit tightly to her body.
Shamus was sold, approaching the woman confidently and taking a seat on the padded stool beside her, ordering a several drinks. He chugged the first one, the liquid sliding down his throat and warming him up. Shamus smiled softly at the woman, turning. "Whats such a pretty lady doing here all alone?" She raised an eyebrow and laughed, standing and walking away. Shamus frowned, shrugged had another swig of his beverage, knowing only so many girls could reject him. |
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by Shamus on February 1st, 2015, 5:59 am 
