Thread: Fade Into You (Rage&Malicious Lullaby)

They said it was wrong. Some said it was welcoming into a new frontier of acceptance. Others thought it was peculiar. Most didnt like it at all, in fact they forbid against it. A human owning a bar specifically and specially catered for those of the realm of supernatural beings? It was unheard of, preposterous. Of course, more than half of them had welcomed this new frontier but the others that were so set in their waysokay, not most but they did carry a prominent voice in that particular societydidnt understand and neither did they want to. One in particular was curious. She wanted to see for herself to see what all the chaos and commotion was over just abar. The door opened, a gentle looking hand packed with a punch of strength, delicate looking fingers wrapped around the handle, a woman stepping in. The bar was packed, alive with good music, sounds of lively chatter. Laughter could be heard, boisterous energy and the scent was that filled with food, booze and natural merriment. In other words, it was a hoppin dive and those among the patrons looked to be like your normal ordinary humans. One looking in who wasnt accustomed to the existence of supernatural beings wouldnt think twice. Theyd simply think it was a natural hot spot for anyone and everyone. But it wasnt. At first step in and first sight, she knew that there were no humans, well, all but one. Her attention wasnt on him though. Her attention was on the patrons. They didnt congregate out of fear. They looked happy, genuinely happy, as if this was a place for them to reconvene and be amongst their own, no fear of prejudice or life-threatening possibilities. It was a clean place for the most part, for a bar at least, and the environment as well as the ambiance was welcoming. She walked in and heads turned but no one lingered, no one stared. They looked out of curiosity or they didnt at all, and went back to whatever they were doing. Even if she was dressed like she didnt necessarily belong, she did belong. For the most part, she tried to dress the way new modern civilization of the supernatural dressed. A skirt, dress or jeans, even shorts that would show herankles. Yes, she came from apart of a certain group, higher in ranking who held their noses up in the air and didnt look below their chins. A group of power that was often the decision makers of what happened among their species. A council of a sort that she figured was as old as dinosaurs. They were set in their ways, she among them but the difference between her and them was she was curious enough to explore, open to the new possibilities and certainly wanting to live in a society and world where it was filled with more acceptance than biased prejudice. That perhaps from her word and experiences to willingly report back if she so desired, they too would see that this human was a friend, not some suspect of an accomplice with some higher crooked authority to wipe the world of their existence. She wasnt particularly rooting for anything. She was a first timer, simply curious. Jet black wavy hair ran down her back, touching just below her bottom. She was clad in what they called jean shorts that had fringes at the ends, looking to have been actual full-length jeans once upon a time. She wore an orange tank top with a cropped green jacket made of some corduroy or khaki material, dyed green, and these things called bras. Oh, they were far more comfortable than a corset but she did actually have to wear underwear. It liked to ride up in places she didnt quite enjoy but it did make her look different. Less like a matronly old hagwho had no idea what a bra was until a few hours agoand more like someone who could fit in. It was clear she was a bit uncomfortable and definitely getting used to the idea of showing more skin than she ever did in her life when she wasnt in the comfort of privacy or intimate situations, but she didnt let it stop her. On her feet were black ankle boots with an inch or two high wedge and oh they were so much more comfortable than the thin high heels she was used to wearing. It was a vacation for the arches of her feet. Walking to an empty spot at the bar, the woman looked at the bar stool. It threw her off guard, seeing no backing to it. Just a padded place to sit held up by three metal stands with some black rubber thing on the ends of them and two metal circle things, parallel to each other for better standing and balance. She touched it, as if confused before she wearily slid her bottom onto it. Huh, comfy. Turning to the bar, she rest her elbows against it and finally her eyes landed on the man she assumed to be the human. Well, by his scent, she could tell he was human. Now what was it a friend of hers said to order? A boar? No, a bee? No, a Beer for everyone! A patron boasted and the light bulb went off in her head. Beer. She was supposed to order a beer.