originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Wait, we're not going in the bar?"
Victoria just continued following, confused why they had just stopped at a bar for no reason at all.
"...You're going underground?"
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"No. Watch 'n learn." [i]With a sharp breath, she managed to lift the cover, keeping it still and steady upright with her left hand after, only to slowly lower it to the ground after turning it around. She took her helmet off, tossing it down and into the sewers, her trench coat quickly following suit. Then, she shoved the thick metal lid back in place, pushing it over the hole, after which it slid in place. She groaned in relief, rising back up to her full height. She gave her head a wild shake, hands correcting her hair a little after, so that she didn't look like a hobo. The woman's face was revealed at long last, her thick, fiery red hair let loose to hang, reaching to her shoulder blades, where it was neatly cut. The locks were nice and well-kept, curly and wavy, if a tad messy and haphazard after being stuck in a helmet. Her face was surprisingly angular and pretty, with big golden eyes, barely plump pink lips, and a slightly upturned nose. Of course, this also left her black combat harness bare, showing Victoria all the several holsters Helena had with her, holding a Colt Anaconda, a Taurus Raging Judge, a Mateba Autorevolver, and a few other firearms, while she also wore a few slings that held spare ammo and a couple of grenades.[/i]
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Helena could see Victoria's wings unfurl and twitch a little when she saw her face, the winged girl's own face turning a bit red. "O-Oh, I get it....They won't recognize you like this. That's a great idea, Helena."
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"Yep," [i]She shortly replied with a little nod, her hands quickly going over her weapons, fingers patting her revolvers and pistols both, only for her to then nod.[/i] "Didn't miss any... good. Now, bar." [i]Helena waved Vic along as she started again, now simply walking rather than running, heading out onto the street and immediately turning left... which brought her to a bar. Seemed she either knew Dojoville damned well, or just got lucky.[/i]
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Victoria followed closely behind with a faint smile. She tried to hold her wings down, but for some reason they kept trying to spring back up, embarrassing the girl for some reason. "Stay doooown..."
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"The fuсk's going on with the wings?" [i]As blunt and as harsh as ever, it seemed, though she sounded genuinely curious, for once, rather than purely sarcastic, satirical, joking, or just сuntish. Seemed Helena actually wondered, her golden eyes focused on the little wings.[/i]
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Victoria seemed to freeze up for a second when the question was asked, her face getting even redder as she whimpered. "I-It's n-nothing! Nothing at all!" She got super defensive, her legs crossing a little and her arms covering her chest as if her skin was exposed and she needed to cover herself. "Uhh...y-yeah...umm....nothing...."
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[i]Hel's right eyebrow shot up high out of pure, raw curiosity when Victoria got all defensive, and she hated to admit, cute. It was strangely adorable, the woman thought to herself, though she was quick to nonchalantly brush the thought of. With a slight snort and a shrug, she responded.[/i] "Whatever, kid..." [i]And just like that, the little lady had lost Helena's attention and interest, the woman jogging up to the front door of the bar, quickly pushing it open, hand on the knob, shoulder against the door. She was soon met with a wave of warmth, sighing in delight as she stepped out of the cold and into comfort.[/i]
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Victoria didn't relax much and kept her legs and arms in their "cute" positions while she followed Helena into the bar with a smile, loving the feeling of the warm air as she entered. Her wings continued to twitch and open a little as she tried to keep up with Helena.
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[i]By the time Victoria was inside and had shut the door behind her - assuming she was a decent human being and closed it - Helena was already seated at the bar in the background, across from the little angel. The room wasn't too full, only a few tables here and there having someone at them. When she joined Hel, she had her gloved hands wrapped around a glass of something strong-smelling, the scent Vic caught being strong, rich, and even a tad spicy, almost, though it was definitely alcoholic, too. She grinned as she took a sip of whatever it was, left hand giving her companion a slight wave of acknowledgement.[/i]
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Victoria did sit beside Helena, gazing at her with a small grin as she crossed her legs and her hands rested in her lap. "So...what are you drinking? I've never actually drank anything from a bar before. What does it taste like? I've heard those kinds of drinks have a very strong taste."
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"Spiced rum," [i]She very simple answered after a moment of silence in which she just took little sips of her drink, focusing on the taste of it before she finally answered the question.[/i] "Kraken Black, t'be precise, b'cause 'tis the best damn booze on the market."
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"Oh, okay....Maybe I should get my own glass of it then. B-Bartender?" She weakly asked for the bartender, being rather quiet and not so full of confidence as she tried to get his/her attention. "C-Can I have what my friend is having?"
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[i]Victoria was in luck that the bartender wasn't busy with anything, because otherwise, she likely would've gone unheard. He raised a bushy eyebrow at the girl, resolutely shaking his head as he walked on over, dress shoes tapping on the wood. He was a big, burly man with tanned skin like leather, a big, bushy beard of hair as black as night, a head of scruffy hair that was as dark as his beard, and yet... he had two friendly, ocean blue eyes that shone amicably, filled with jolliness. "Can't do," He spoke in response, words accompanied with another shake of his head, "Not unless you ID yourself." He actually thought she was underage. Damn.[/i]
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Edited by Stitch: 11/29/2017 2:34:33 AM"O-Oh...." Victoria's wings drooped again in sadness and disappointment. "...I don't have any kind of ID on me, s-sir. The legal drinking age here is rather low though, isn't it? I swear, I'm old enough..." She began begging and pleading.
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"That's 'cause I've got 't," [i]Hel spoke up out of nowhere before the bartender could respond, throwing a passport onto the bar for the tender to see, the thing filled with Victoria's first name and a picture of her, though the rest was all inaccurate and wrong... but it marked her as legal.[/i] "Should b'good, hmm?" [i]The man behind the bar gave it a quick once-over before nodding, sliding the identification over to Victoria. After that, he got a glass identical to the redhead's, grabbing a specific, very much fancy bottle out of the rack behind him after. Soon enough, the little lady had herself a glass of spiced rum.[/i]
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Victoria turned to Helena with a wide smile and joy in her eyes. "Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you, Helena! I owe you one. Truly." She turned back to the drink before her and picked it up with both hands, slowly bringing it to her lips. She took one small sip before putting the glass down and coughing.
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[i]The drink hit like a freight train, the taste extraordinarily rich and flavourful, spicy just as the name suggested. It tasted amazing, but the alcohol in it.. gods was it strong, burning pleasantly on the way down Victoria's throat. Helena just watched with an amused expression.[/i] "How old're ya, really?" [i]The tone in her voice practically screamed that she wasn't taking some vague shit for an answer, even as she grabbed the fake passport and stuffed it into one of her pockets. Still, she spoke quietly enough for the bartender not to hear.[/i]
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"I turned eighteen yesterday." She panted for breath with her tongue sticking out a little as she wasn't used to the spiciness or alcohol. The girl's wings seemed to relax finally though. "N-Not much of a celebration..."
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[i]The woman couldn't help but let out a light laugh at the poor girl's reaction to the booze, a wide, wolfish, shit-eating grin practically engraved across her face, since she just couldn't get rid of it. Was too damn amusing.[/i] "So technically y'can [i]barely[/i] drink that alcohol," [i]Hel concluded with a soft snort, her attention going back to her own rum as she sipped it.[/i]
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"Y-Yeah...I guess...." Victoria took another sip, which caused the same effect. She coughed a little and then panted like a dog with the spiciness being too much for her.
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[i]Hel was almost tempted to just snatch the drink away and chug it as if it were a mere shot, but she decided to pass on that, instead letting Vic enjoy the rum... even if it didn't seem like she was doing a lot of enjoying.[/i] "So, first time drinkin'?"
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"Mhmm!" Violet nodded, trying to keep her mouth closed during the next sip. She made a strange face while attempting to do so. The poor girl was trying hard for some reason.
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[i]Hel just gave Victoria another estranged look, lips pursed and eyebrow raised high. If expressions could speak, hers would be screaming "what the fuсk" rather loudly, because goddamn was the little lady doing something weird in the eyes of a very experienced... alcohol connoisseur.[/i] "The fuсk are you tryin' t'do?"
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"T-Trying not to pant! Oh! How do you drink this?!" Victoria coughed loudly before shaking her head and keeping her mouth open again to rid of some of the spiciness.
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"Like so." [i]Without any ceremony or fancy preparation, Helena just lifted her glass up to her lips, cocked her head back, and threw what remained of her drink down her gullet, all in one go, as if it was a shot. With a satisfied sigh and a wide smirk, she sat her glass back down.[/i]