The Multi-Dimensional OC Bar

"I don't know, I don't even know your name." She says and glanced back at Graham.

"I didn't tell you my name?" Ician blinked. "Huh. I could have sworn... Well, my name is Ician."

"Welissa." She says back, finishing her drink.

"Pleased to meet you." Ician nodded, mostly out of reflex.

"Likewise." She shortly said and started looking around the bar for anything interesting.

Ician shrugged. "Well... I guess I ought to leave now. Business calls, and all that." He turned to Graham. "See you."

"Laters." She said and turned at Graham, waiting for him to say anything.

Graham had been entirely quiet and still whilst Welissa and Ician were talking, still deep in thought. Suddenly, he shifted his gaze to Welissa, looking slighty perplexed. "... I apologize, but did I miss some things? I was only really hearing murmurs while I was thinking." He said, slightly embarrassed at his tuning out of reality, not noticing that Ician had addressed him.

"Um..." Ician noticed Graham look at Welissa. "... anyway, I was just saying that I ought to leave now. See you some other time?"

Graham then quickly shifted his gaze to Ician. "What? You're leaving already?... Wait, how much time has passed?" Graham said with a perplexed expression, before simply shrugging.. "Oh, nevermind. If you feel you must go, then yes; see you... Whenever."

"Yes, well... goodbye." He headed for the door, sent one final nod his way, then stepped out and closed the door behind him.

Graham gave a inaudible sigh at Icians departure, before getting up from his seat and doing a small stretch. "I should probably head out as well. I've got business to tend to in Horseshoe bay." He turns to Welissa with a smile on his face. "It's been a pleasure, miss Welissa."

"It has been my pleasure too.~" She said back at Graham. "I'll try to visit this bar whenever possible, good luck with your .. attempt to get the airship back."

Graham thought about correcting her for a moment, but decided against it. "I shall too attempt to visit this bar as often as I can. Goodbye, for now." He said as he walked to the door, opened it, and walked out of the bar.

Shortly after, the door swung open again. A light grey stallion with a messy mop of brown hair stepped into the bar, a large metallic eagle sitting impassively on his back. Muttering to himself under his breath, he crossed over to the counter and paused, frowning contemplatively.

Welissa looked at the stallion. "What's the matter, hun?" She asked while opening her third bottle of vodka.

"Hm?" The stallion looked up. "Oh, sorry. I was a little distracted." He smiled, somewhat forced. "Can I help you?"

She smiled and took a sip of her drink. "I was about to ask you the same question. You look a bit.. down."

Phantom Tears makes his way over to the bar, the shadows following him. He takes a seat one stool away from Welissa, giving her space, and orders a gin and tonic.

"Nah, just a bad day for the market is all." The stallion shrugs. "Sorry, don't think I introduced myself. The name's Schwarm. What's yours?"

On his back, the metal eagle seems to fix Welissa with an unflinching stare.

lightning drank her tea, soaking up her surrowndings

"I'm Welissa." She says and looks at her drink for a moment, then at the metallic bird, and back at her drink. She took a slight sip, enjoyed the taste for a moment and then chugged the whole bottle down.

Schwarm nods. "Nice to meet you, Welissa." He looks around. "Interesting place this is, huh?"

"It is indeed." Welissa said as she finished drinking her third bottle. "Well, time to get going," she says and stands up, stretching. "Hopefully sandstorm has passed." She adds and walks towards the door, checking if her rifle is strapped to her still.

"Goodbye." Schwarm says to her, before trotting over to the counter and ordering a mug of cider.