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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 18:45:16 GMT -7
Evanora sat down on a bench outside her factory. Its cold metal bit through the thin fabric of her dress. She frowned and pulled her jacket closer. It was still too early to go home. There, she would have nothing to do but sit in her room and stare at her walls. For a while, everything seemed okay in her life. It was stupid for her to ever have imagined that her life would be anything but a string of tragedies. First, she should have known that sleeping with her brother’s best friend was a massive mistake. Elias and Emmett stopped talking the moment he found out about what was happening. Eventually, Emmett came around and started talking to Evanora again. When things finally seemed like they were looking up, it all came crashing down. Their father died suddenly, then, months later, Emmett died at the power plant in a freak accident. And Evanora was alone - truly and utterly alone - for the first time in her life.
The first thing she did was sell the house and move into a tiny apartment. Staying in the old house, even for just a day, was far too much to bear. It was filled only with ghosts and memories.
With a sigh, she removed herself from the bench and started out in the direction of a bar. Evanora had been working her way through her sector of the district, trying to avoid all the bars where she once went with Emmett and Elias: she was drinking to forgot, not to remember, after all.
Evanora finally happened on a bar she had never visited before. Not caring if the drinks or people were shit, she went inside anyways. Evanora walked up to the counter and raised herself onto a stool. She glanced around hoping to see a bartender, eventually catching sight of him at the other end of the long bar. He seemed to be busy with another customer. Evanora groaned to herself and cast her gaze downward at the counter. The thick scent of smoke filled the room, weighing down her lungs. Months ago, she choked on the unfamiliar scent, but now she nearly welcomed it, having grown so accustomed to it.
By the time he found his way over, Evanora’s head was beginning to ache a little. She glanced up, her green eyes flashing in the dim light as her gaze turned upward. “Can I get a neat double whiskey?” The bartender nodded and turned to the back to make her drink while she glanced down at the table.
Finally, her drink returned and she slid her cash across the table. “Keep the change,” she said. The bartender nodded his thanks, then turned away.
Just when Evanora was beginning to think that it was going to be another lonely night spent alone with a drink at some forgotten bar, she felt someone settle onto the stool beside her. As she turned, Evanora had no idea how much her night was about to change.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 12:33:27 GMT -7
 Ah, tonight let's do this thing
All we are is wasting hours
'Til the sun comes
It's all ours
Tatum stood in her bedroom, pursing her lips as she decided what to wear for her nightly drink at the bar. The bartenders all knew her name and order by heart, but she still felt as if she should dress up for them. She didn't want them thinking she had gotten back to the stage that she had been in when she first started going to the bars about eight years ago. She didn't care what she looked like, didn't even care about what she had to drink as long as it had alcohol in it and would let her forget the rest of the night. All of those years ago, right after Cornelia had kicked her out of the house for not being ladylike during the Games, Tatum had been far too upset to do anything or be able to cope with what happened. So she locked herself away for two years, only going out when the Capitol told her that she needed to do something to make sure she hadn't died. But then, one night, she had gotten dragged to a party and she felt as if she was reborn. Ever since that night, she hadn't stayed in one night.
As soon as the brunette had picked an outfit, she turned and left the house that she had occupied for the last ten years and made her way to the bar that she frequented. She walked in, caught up with some other local bar crawlers before heading up to the bar. It was the one place that she didn't feel as if everyone was judging her. Everyone else that was at the bar was having some kind of awful day and were there to deal with their own problems in the same way that she was. There was no judgment here, and that was something that she appreciated. They didn't judge her for being a victor, they didn't judge her for what she ordered. They just accepted her as she was.
On her way up to the bar, she continued her conversations with people, even bumming a few cigarettes off of them. By the time she had actually reached the bar, she was on her fourth cigarette of the evening. She inhaled before letting out the puff of smoke as she threw her hand up. "Hey, Johnny," she called to the bartender, who she did know by name. "I'll have the usual: scotch on the rocks. Keep 'em coming tonight as well, if you can. I don't want to be without a drink for more than thirty seconds." She blew him a kiss as he nodded and went to work on her drink.
She looked around the bar, taking another long hit off of her cigarette before letting her eyes fall on an unfamiliar face. Since she was at the bar, quite literally, every day, she knew she hadn't ever seen her around before. She finished her cigarette before smashing it in the ash tray, breathing out some smoke and then picking up her drink that Johnny had set out for her. She turned to the guy next to her and took his pack of cigarettes before planting a sloppy kiss on his lips. "I'll return these at the end of the night, alright? Thanks, handsome." With that, she picked up her drink and walked over to the girl who was sitting alone.
She sat down on the stool next to her and pulled out a cigarette, holding it to her lips and lighting it before breathing out the smoke as she looked at the girl. "I haven't seen you around before," she commented before leaning closer. "I would recognize a face like yours any day." She gave her a grin before leaning back and taking another sip of her drink. "I'm Tatum, but feel free to call me Tate. Everyone does." She smirked before leaning against the bar and looking down to Johnny, raising her half empty glass as a signal for a new one. "What brings a pretty face like you to a bar like this alone?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 22:21:38 GMT -7
Evanora inhaled the smoke that the other woman exhaled. It burned at her lungs, filling her chest in a wonderfully heavy way. Before, Evanora liked to call bars cesspools breeding only bad habits. She had became the very person she once joked about. But the smoke wasn’t the only thing Evanora was breathing in. She also felt herself incredibly drawn to the sultry nature of the woman in front of her. On a man, perhaps, the attitude would have repulsed Evanora. But on this woman, it was drawing her closer, intriguing her deeply only after a few spoken words.
Evanora raised her glass to her lips, deciding to wait out the other woman. She could feel words on the brink of being spoken. She drank deeply, watching the other woman from over the brim of her glass. Finally, after drinking, she lowered the glass. Evanora glanced down at the bar for a moment, wondering just how many drinks it would take to carry her through the night. Despite her intrigue, there was still very limited possibility for the night turning out well.
“Mm,” Evanora responded, taking another drink, “Well, Tate, I’d say it’s the same reason as everyone else.” She glanced around the room. “It’s always bored or desperate, right? So your odds aren’t bad if you’re in a guessing mood.”
Evanora sat the empty glass down on the bar table, wishing that a new one would automatically appear in the system that the other woman - Tate - had arranged. Rather strangely, she also longed for a drag of one of those cigarettes, something she hadn’t ever tried before but still felt some strange desire for.
Despite herself, Evanora leaned forward a little. “What about you?” Evanora was a system analyst for power plants. Her job was entirely her making judgement calls, assessing tiny details. Most things in life opened for her like a plain map, all details in view. Maybe it was the alcohol or the light throbbing her head, or maybe even the way that the woman made something in her chest feel light, but Evanora couldn’t read this woman yet. “Actually, I’m willing to bet. Bored, right?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2017 0:57:03 GMT -7
Tatum often found her actions being more welcomed by people of the same sex than if a man were to do what she did. She didn't know if it was because she just had a way with women, or if it was because women seemed to feel less threatened by other women. Whichever one it was, she didn't care either way. She knew that her strategies worked more times than they didn't, and that was all that really mattered to her. She took another long drag of her cigarette, holding her breath for a moment before letting the smoke fall out of her mouth and around her.
The victor couldn't help but watch the woman as she took a drink, intrigued by her. Sure, she was intrigued by every attractive woman that walked into the bar. But there was something about her that seemed different. Perhaps it was just because she was new, but Tatum couldn't help but feel as if there was something else about her that was gnawing away. She knew that she didn't recognize her from anywhere, but the way she sat at the bar completely and utterly alone reminded Tatum of herself just eight years prior. If that was the case for this girl, then Tatum wanted to try and make her night as great and as interesting as possible because everyone deserves a good distraction.
She let out a bark of laughter before shaking her head as she took a drink. "Well, damn. I definitely wouldn't have thought you'd be such a pessimist. I'm glad to know that we're going to get along just fine." She smirked before looking her up and down, taking note of her body language and posture before stating, "I'm going with desperate. If you were bored, you would have picked a place that was more interactive so that you would be less bored. However, you picked this lovely place where the only way people will interact with you is if you're either a regular or if you're approached by, well, me."
The brunette watched as the woman emptied her glass before taking the glass and holding it up to Johnny, shaking it before setting it back down. She finished off her drink right before Johnny walked over with two fresh drinks. "Thanks, babe. Add them both to my tab," she said before turning back to the pack of cigarettes she had taken from one of the other people at the bar. "Want a smoke? It was completely rude of me to not ask earlier."
Tatum smirked as the other woman spoke before taking a sip of her scotch. She was about to answer when her company spoke again. She turned to her and gave a flirtatious smile. "Well, I'm certainly not bored any more now that you're here." She then took another cigarette from the pack and lit it, inhaling deeply and then letting out the smoke. "But, yes, I suppose you could say that I came here out of boredom. But you could also say that I came here out of routine, since I'm here everyday. Someone's got to keep Johnny over there on his toes. Might as well be me."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2017 14:43:20 GMT -7
Evanora watched as Tatum analyzed her, allowing a corner of her mouth to rise ever so slightly when she delivered a perfectly executed response. “Well,” Evanora said with that same half smile, “It’s really such a damn shame for you that you didn’t put some money on that.” The whole situation was really a bit more complex than Tate had explained, but boiled down to a single word, yes: Evanora was desperate.
Desperate for what, though? It wasn’t attention, not initially. Most of the people who came to talk to her typically managed a single sentence at the absolute maximum before asking to take her home. Evanora almost always declined. She couldn’t stand very many people anymore. This woman, though, Tate, was more than tolerable. Evanora found herself more interested than she perhaps should have been in the other brunette.
When Tate called for another round and offered out a cigarette, Evanora reach her hand out to draw one from the pack. ”It’s funny,” Evanora said, grasping a thin cigarette with her fingers and pulling it from the pack, ”They say chivalry’s dead.” For that moment, her eyes flashed with some reflection of her old self.
Evanora dangled the amalgamation of all bad habits from between her fingers, waiting for a lighter. The smile Tate gave was definitely somewhere beyond friendly, but Eva realized that, to her surprise, she didn’t mind at all. It was almost exhilarating to feel things like attraction again.
“That’s fair,” Evanora agreed. She sat for a quick moment before glancing back up. “Is that your way of dodging bad pick up lines?” Eva asked, “I mean, it would make sense, after all. No one can ask if ‘you come here often’ if you’ve already answered that. Pretty smart, if you ask me.” She smiled, then decided to give her own explanation.
I’ll take the question out for you, too. This is my own little routine, too. Not traditional, but still routine. I hit a new bar every few nights. I find that if you frequent the same ones, the creepy old men start to multiply until it seems like those are the only ones there. This way, I can keep moving on if I don’t like something I find.”
Evanora took a drink from the gifted whiskey, relishing the way that the alcohol seared her throat as it slid down. Instead of sitting down the glass, she nursed it in a hand. “I’m Evanora, by the way.” It was the first time that she’d given her name at a bar by herself before, and somehow, the stub of a conversation they had so far was more than she’d ever spoken to anyone in the same situation.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2017 11:13:41 GMT -7
Tatum smirked as the woman spoke, rolling her eyes lightly as she listened to her joke. As much as Tatum flirted with everyone, she had gained a sixth sense for analyzing people. Doing a quick analysis of people was crucial for determining how she wanted to go about flirting with them. If they were simply bored, she'd offer them a time that would leave them wondering how she could be so much fun. If they were there for work, she would encourage them that all work and no play makes for a dull life. But if they were there due to desperation, it was almost as if Tatum had no work to do. She found that most people who were desperate were the ones that easily became entranced with her because she was great with mind games. She knew exactly which threads to pull at before making them come undone for her.
The brunette was hoping for a similar type of quest with this woman. One that would be easy to complete but memorable all at the same time. There was something about the girl that intrigued Tatum, however. She couldn't put a finger on it, but whatever it was told her that she would be different from all of her other conquests. Whether that meant she would ultimately decide against taking her home or she wound up being one of the very few people Tatum went back for a second night with, she didn't know but she was more than ready to find out.
Tate laughed at the comment, finding it ironic that the woman was insinuating that she was chivalrous. The victor knew that she was anything but that, though putting up a front for a good time's sake never hurt. "It just takes a while for you to find someone who values it," she crooned before watching as the girl dangled the cigarette between her fingers. She chuckled before taking it from her hands and placing it between the two lips that Tatum was hoping she'd kiss by the night's end. She then took the lighter and lit the cigarette, biting down on her lower lip before backing away from the other woman and grabbing her own drink and taking a swig.
The victor listened intently to the woman's tale, nodding where it was appropriate and giving a small smile every no and again. She chuckled and shook her head before looking back up at her. "Well, I hope you keep coming back to this bar. As long as you're around me, those creepy old men that you're afraid of won't come and bother you. They know better than to mess with me," she said before taking another swig of her alcohol, sighing in content before looking at the woman again.
Tatum gave the girl a smirk before tapping her fingers along the bar. "Evanora, hm? Why does it not surprise me that a gorgeous face like yours has a gorgeous name to match it?" She winked at her before scooting her barstool closer to her, letting her fingertips ghost over Evanora's knee. "Tell me something interesting about yourself, Evanora. I want to get to know a beauty like yourself."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2017 13:26:08 GMT -7
Evanora kept herself steady as Tatum lit her cigarette. Months ago, the exchange would’ve sent her into a deep blush and stuttered words. Instead, a corner of the lips supporting the cigarette turned upwards. It was easy, she thought, to surrender to this basal nature. Years ago, a younger Evanora swore that she would never drink are smoke. ”That’s what bad people do, right?” she asked Emmett, eyes wide. After all, the scary, homeless men that roamed the narrow, gray roads at night always smelled of stale smoke and fresh spirits. Some of the Peacekeepers did, too. She understood now. This part of her had existed all along. It’d just taken the ripping away of her world to reveal it. After she’d expended so much care on the loss of her family - the loss of herself - there was none left to give on anything else.
Once, a bartender pointed out a cigarette resting between her fingers. ”That shit’ll kill you, you know,” he offered. Evanora responded with a laugh, holding back words until she’d taken a long drag. After blowing out the thick smoke, she offered her answer: ”What’s so wrong with that?”
The thoughts began to multiply until they felt like stones around her ankles, dragging her into deep water and - damn, she needed a cigarette. Thankful for the one already there, Evanora took a greedy drag. As she exhaled, she felt the temporary spike in emotion drift away with the fleeting smoke.
Evanora laughed at the other woman’s proposal. ”Coming to the same bar again? That sounds like quite a bit of commitment,” she said easily. ”I’ll have to wait and see if it’s worth breaking the routine for.” Not that Evanora actually cared about the “routine.” The lifestyle swept her up with no resistance on her part. The drift between bars, between people, between drinks, it was an easy one, far better than sitting alone in a blank apartment.
As Tatum’s focus became more direct, Evanora submitted to it easily. As passive as she attempted to be, though, there was something undeniably phenomenal about the way another’s touch felt on her skin. ”Something interesting?” she repeated. ”That’ll cost you,” she said, her eyes widening in mock seriousness. Evanora pulled the cigarette from her mouth and gestured to her drink on the table. ”Good thing you paid in advance.”
Something interesting… what was interesting about Evanora? Even in her own life, she’d always felt like a background, supporting character like those in the books she always used to read. Just there to help out the main character, and nothing more. ”I paint,” Evanora lied. It wasn’t entirely untruthful, actually. She was a painter months ago. Now, all of her work - along with everything she’d salvaged from her old home before moving - was sitting in a locked room in her apartment, covered in brown moving paper. Realizing how accurately dry that sounded, she decided to supplement it. ”I’ll give you two for one. I’ve read almost every book in the main library downtown.” That part was totally true. ”And what about you? What’s interesting?”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2017 17:16:27 GMT -7
Upon Evanora's comment, Tatum couldn't help the smirk that came to play on her face as she shrugged her shoulders, scooting her stool closer to the woman that had intrigued her from the second she had laid eyes on her. "Let me know if there's anything I can do to persuade you that it's worth breaking the routine for. I've been told that I can be very persuasive in the right situations." She grinned at Evanora, her mind instantly going to the fact that she simply wanted the woman to come back again. There was something about her that just drew Tatum in, as if she was the breath of fresh air that her escapades at this bar needed. It was wonderful to be able to talk to someone who she knew nothing about and who, seemingly, knew nothing about her. She hadn't been asked about her time in the Games or about her latest conquests, and it was something she was more than happy to accept for the night. Maybe one day, this Evanora would find out about her time spent in the Arena and discover the things she did to ensure her survival. Tonight, however, she was simply focusing on the fact that she wanted to know more about this woman, and maybe she'd be lucky enough to convince her to come around for a drink later.
The brunette chuckled at the woman's comment, smirking as she nodded her head as she picked up her own drink. She gestured it towards her before taking a sip from it and meeting Evanora's eyes. "It's refreshing to be around someone who can hold their own with me," she commented honestly, nodding her head towards the girl's drink. "Most people wouldn't even think of that liner you just pulled. Keep it up and you might just wind up with a beggar on your hands." She shot the woman a wink before downing her drink and then looking past the girl to Johnny, taking the drink he had waiting for her.
She listened to Evanora before smiling as she nodded her head as she listened to her. "What kinds of things do you paint? Do you paint a lot of French girls?" She chuckled before looking at her, her eyebrow arching as she gave her a second interesting fact about herself for free. She nodded her head in respect before taking a drag of her cigarette and blowing out the smoke. "What's been your favorite so far? Or is it more just a thing you chose to do and now you just kind of feel like you're stuck doing it?" She listened to the girl ask her about herself and she couldn't help the smirk that came to her face as she raised her glass to her lips, taking a sip of it before setting it down. "That'll cost you," she said, mimicking the girl's previous zinger that had left Tatum so impressed. She chuckled before shaking her head as she sat the glass back down. "If you want to know something interesting about me, I'm going to need your word that you'll come back to this bar tomorrow night to come and see me again." She gave a devilish grin before shrugging as she looked over her shoulder. "Or you can not give me your word and be left to wonder more about the gorgeous woman you met in the bar that you so obviously want to continue to get to know."
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