elora-opulence:
STARTER: Naz & Elora LOCATION: The Den STATUS: CLOSED
Elora had just finished preparing the garnishes for the cocktails when Naz appeared as if out of nowhere, pulling herself into a stool directly in front of where Elora was working at the bar. It had been a few months since she’d seen the woman - she’d always gotten on reasonably well with Naz when her and Jeremy had been together. They’d been a cute couple, and Jeremy had been quite clearly infatuated. It had come as bit of shock when they had broken up - it had taken Jeremy a wee while to actually tell anyone, and Elora had felt so sad for the wolf. He’d been soft and sweet with Naz, and Elora couldn’t understand what could’ve gone wrong.
It was a surprise to see the woman at The Den all things considered. She wasn’t a wolf herself, and the connections she’d made at The Den and with the pack had all been through Jeremy. Elora wasn’t quite sure what she was supposed to do. Her loyalties lay with Jeremy, but she didn’t know what had exactly happened, so she wasn’t sure whether to be frosty or kind. Settling for a neutral “hey,” she cast a brief smile over at the siren, tilting her head to the side. “Been a while. You want a drink?”
@naz-ozdemir
-
Naz still felt relatively new to the town. While she moved there about a year ago, there weren’t many places she felt comfortable going out to by herself. In her months of being friends and dating Jeremy, she had come to enjoy visiting the Den. The people were nice to her and the drinks and food were good. After their break up, Naz hadn’t dared to step foot in there again until today. It was hard to know if she would be welcomed, given she had hurt a member of the pack. While it had been for Jeremy’s own good, she knew not everyone would see it that way. Hell, sometimes she second guessed her choice. Or she did until the high tide rolled around, then she was certain she had done the right thing.
Stepping inside the Den, she froze in the doorway, eyes flittering around the bar to see if anyone was watching her or glaring in her direction. When it felt safe, she pulled up a spot at the bar in front of Elora. She could see Elora’s surprise clear as day. The bartender had always been kind to her before and now Naz worried that might change. “Hey,” she greeted, giving her a sheepish smile. “Uh yeah, you know,” the siren replied with a shrug. “But uh, yes please. Just a beer, please.”
“A beer… I can do that. We’ve got… you’re normally a pale ale girl aren’t you? You’ll like this, it’s new on the tap,” Elora hummed, reaching for a pint glass and tilting it against the spout of the beer tap, watching as the amber liquid filled the vessel. There was a moment of slightly awkward silence as she did this, setting the glass down carefully in front of the siren with another small smile. “Let me know what you think,” she offered, picking up a nearby tea-towel and slinging it over her shoulder as she leant forward onto the work surface in front of her.
It was quiet and there was no-one else to serve, so she supposed the polite thing to do was to have some sort of conversation with the woman. But what to say? “So- you- how are you…?” she asked, the question hanging in the air as her head tilted to the side slightly, watching the woman closely for her response.















