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astrid-matthews:
“That’s alright. There is always room for improvement,” she said with a wink, before downing her drink. “I definitely recommend the quesadillas or the chicken pot pie,” she said, showing Rue the picture of the dishes on the menu. “They taste great with margaritas.”
“I bet you could show me.” Rue leaned forward, smiling. She looked at the dishes for a moment. “Quesadillas sounds good to me. I love margaritas.”
infamouskingsley:
❛ I literally told you, I don’t drink! ❜ There’s a hint of annoyance. She is not used to alcoholic beverages. It takes some time until Elsa gets to use it. But then another shot in front of her… Her glace as if she said ‘you’re kidding me?!’. ❛ Okay… ❜ She drank the other glass grimacing, at the strong taste of alcohol in her mouth burning her throat; ❛ How many do I have to drink it? ❜
Rye just laughed and pat her on the back as she made another gesture to the bartender. She smirked at Elsa. “However many until you stop making that face like you want to punch me.”
ohnoitsjoanna:
“I didn’t say not to worry- just not to take responsibility. As we’ve already gone over, it’s not easy to stop feeling things,” Joanna said, wanting to make the distinction clear because she was pretty sure this girl was all sorts of messed up on the feelings front. Nobody needed to take a deep dive into psychology to make that assessment. “That’s true. I also have more interesting stuff in my bag if we think you deserve anything else.” She pulled some out by way of demonstration. A sizable quantity of completely different fidget spinners. Carnival beads. A yarn doll that vaguely resembled Aquaman. Some beat-up pogs.
“Eh, same thing in my book.” Rye said, her expression neutral as she let her cigarette fall to the ground. She crushed it with her heel and pulled out another one to light. Her lips curled into an amused smirk at the stuff. “Aren’t you just full of surprises?” She reached over to pick up the yarn doll. “Where’d you get all this shit?”
maristela:
“Oh, um, thanks! It’s nice to meet you, Rue!” She was a little surprised to receive two compliments in such rapid succession, but recovered quickly. “So, centaur parties aside, what’s there to do for fun around here?” Even if she hadn’t actually been to any centaur parties, Maristela was getting the sense that Rue might be a good person to ask about this sort of thing.
Rue chuckled, tilting her head slightly with a smile. “I guess it depends on what you like to do. I could show you a good time if you’re interested.” She winked. “I have an in at most bars around here.”
@icariastarters
tw: panic attack
This time, it finally hit home. They took Luke. It had been a normal morning at work, she had been one of the first ones in to take the tissues out of the processor and set the rack on the counter for the labtechs trim and mount onto slides. When she noticed he was late to work, she called his phone… then his apartment. No answer. It hadn’t been 24 hours yet, but she had this sinking feeling that maybe she should have made the call. She should have checked up on him. He was probably home sick, they said. But why didn’t he call in? 24 hours had passed and she took matters into her own hands. She went to his apartment and crushed the doorknob, barging in to find it comepletely empty. She alerted the authorities, and it made headlines. Now, she was staring at his desk as she sank down onto the floor, heaving as she hiccuped and clutched at his jacket. The metal in the room shook as she felt like she was drowning in her tears. With each wailing sob, she building began to shake. This was probably completely unprofessional, but she didn’t care. Her sweet, sweet brother. They took him. “I was just giving him some tea the other day,” she bawled.
If Rye had a nickel for the amount of times she’d had to bail Rue out, she’d be rich enough to live on a yacht or something. Rue wasn’t everv grateful either, this time being no exception. She’d been freed from her imprisonment and skipped off, leaving Rye to her own devices. Such devices found her standing off to the side of Ulani as she sobbed. Her brows furrowed as she crouched in front of her. “Uh, master Yoshi or whatever he’s called. I think breathing is probably a good idea.”
ohnoitsjoanna:
“Those are also more socially understood. But I don’t take responsibility for anyone that isn’t in my classroom or in my household, and my cat doesn’t have a catnip problem,” Joanna said, wondering when this overgrown child in front of her was going to bolt from the conversation. “Enough, apparently. I don’t know what’s in your head. Nobody knows anything that’s in my head, so I’m going to say it’s likewise. You got a guess right. Want a prize?”
“That’s fair, why worry about people who aren’t your problem.” Rye nodded, understanding the sentiment. “I certainly don’t.” She added. “A broken clock is right twice a day or some shit like that. Sometimes I can make a decent guess. You already gave me a lighter. That’s not a bad prize.”
astrid-matthews:
“Those are some great choices as well,” she grinned as she picked a stool by the bar and took out her coupon to show to the bartender. “They have some great food here and a few cocktails if you want,” she said, gesturing to the menu. “And if that doesn’t tickle your fancy, we could play some pool.”
Rue slid onto the chair next to Astrid and leaned on her elbow. “I’m not very good at pool but we could play. It sounds like fun. I also appreciate a good cocktail.” She barely glanced at the menu. “Not very hungry myself but what do you recommend?”
infamouskingsley:
IT WON’T KILL ME, BUT I’LL KILL YOU she thought to herself when her sister slid the drink in front of her. The tiny blonde squinting her eyes at Rye, before taking the shot, taking one sip grimacing to the strong taste of alcohol. ❛ Eww! How do you like that? ❜ She held the glass close to her lips, finishing it up, but hating the quantity of alcohol in her mouth. ❛ Happy? Now I’m done. — And now what? ❜
“It’s great.” Rye picked up one of the shot glasses and threw it back easily. “You’re just a baby.” She stuck out her tongue and pushed over another shot glass. “You do more until this place gets way more fun.”
maristela:
“Wait, there’s centaurs here too?” Mari asked, probably more surprised about this than she should have been considering she’d just been asking about the noise habits of mermaids. “Have you been to their parties? Because that actually sounds like it might be pretty fun. As long as they don’t get too wild and start stampeding, or something. Do centaurs do that?” She felt like she had about a million more questions, but decided it might be best to hold off on asking any more just yet. “Sorry for the game of twenty questions. I’m new here, so I’m still kinda wrapping my head around all this. I’m Maristela by the way,” she introduced, realizing as she stuck her hand out to shake that she probably should have started with that rather than launching right into questions about mermaids and centaurs.
“Yup.” Rue popped the p a little dramatically. This girl was cute and bubbly and it gave Rue a huge urge to mess with her. “I haven’t gone to any centaur parties but I bet they’re wild. There’s a bunch of different creatures here now so I’m sure they invite all sorts.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I think you’d be better off asking them yourself but from what I’ve seen they don’t go around stampeding.” She said, smirking. “Don’t worry about it, gorgeous. I don’t mind some questions. I’m Ruelle, but everyone calls me Rue. Maristela is a lovely name.”
“Hey, so are all mermaids super noisy at night, or is it just the ones who live out by the docks?” Mari asked, hoping the random passerby she’d engaged in conversation would have answers. She wasn’t sure how aware the townsfolk might be of the habits of the mythical creatures her mother had conveniently forgotten to mention when she’d asked her to move here, but she assumed that anyone who had been here for more than a couple days must have more information than she did.
@icariastarters
Rue was making her way towards work when a very cute brunette snagged her attention. She turned and smiled, putting her hand on her hip as she considered the question put to her. “I don’t live close enough to water to have to worry about mermaids, but the centaurs can have some pretty wild parties.”
hedoniisms:
Cassandra nodded appreciatively as the woman stepped out of the way. “Muchas gracias, chica,” she replied. The conversation would’ve ended at that, however, the creature at the woman’s side caught the brunettes eye. Cassie actually had to do a double take at the sight, simply because she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Dude, is that a fucking kangaroo?”
Rue spun on her heel to smile brightly at the other woman. “It’s a wallaby! Her name is Blue. Kangaroos would not make very good pets, unfortunately. I looked into it.” She explained. Blue come hopping over and Rue scratched her ears. “Plus I don’t think my sister would have appreciated a kangaroo. She already doesn’t care for Blue.”
ohnoitsjoanna:
“Yeah. People are into some weird shit. That’s not what rocks my socks off because I don’t enjoy permanent damage to my body. But most reasonable people surely don’t enjoy those parts, you know? They’re chasing other side effects,” Joanna said with a frown. It wasn’t really worth getting into her aspirations toward immortality and what counted as a reasonable form of enjoyment for her. “Okay, it’s not obvious to everyone. Too many lactose intolerant people going around claiming that they have a food allergy, and saying it’s the same thing as those poor kids with a problem with peanuts.”
“I mean most people I know prefer to just get high or drunk, but I’m sure there are people who enjoy it. I’ve met some people into some weird shit before.” Rye could think of several instances where she had some shady ass partners. Not her thing in the slightest. Then again compared to Rue she was pretty tame. “Ah gotcha, yeah I assumed allergy and intolerance were different but what do I know?” She shrugged.
obscuritas-est-lux:
Lachlan nodded. “Hey I don’t blame you there.” He gave up caring what people thought a long time ago. He let her take his arm and then laughed as she wrote down the list. “You’re so smart.” He shook his head. “Hey sister’s can be an interesting thing you know?” He smiled and shrugged. He loved Lyra. “Thanks for helping. If you ever want ice cream stop by Khione’s Kones and I’ll hook you up as a thank you.” He sent the girl a smile. “I’m Lachlan by the way.”
“I just forget shit all the time so I’m used to having to write it down. I probably have a pen or something somewhere but lipstick was what I found first.” Rye shrugged, not thinking much of something she herself had done. “They can be interesting and weird as hell.” She said. “Oh fuck yes, that place is great.” She nodded. “I’m Ryelle, but everyone just calls me Rye. My twins the only one who really calls me Ryelle.”
astrid-matthews:
Astrid laughed. “Well, I guess I have some fancy tastes,” she admitted as she lead her to the brewery and opened the door for her. “Though, I’m not opposed to beer.”
“I don’t tend to drink wine but I do like it. I’m more of a tequila cocktail type of girl.” Rue winked, trailing her finger tips across Astrid’s hip as she walked inside.
infamouskingsley:
ELSA SLIDES HER HAND ON HER features when her sister was convincing her to drink. ❛ Only one shot, okay? — I gotta a lot of things to do. ❜ Everything about Rye smells like BAD NEWS. ❛ What did you order? ❜
“Yes!” Rye grinned, reaching out as the bartender slid some shots in front of them. “It’s good don’t worry.” She pushed one closer to Elsa. “It won’t kill you.”
fmk: Rye, Nova, Ulani
Fuck: Ulani, Marry: Nova and Kill: Rye.
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latinoblood:
“Oh…” it was hard for him to know what to say, as he honestly never had to deal with something like that. He didn’t have any family member that had that problem, and even if drank a lot, he didn’t either, “Have you tried to convince her to seek out help?”
“If I were her I’d be an alcoholic too.” Rye shrugged, obviously not taking the situation as seriously as him. She’d also be a huge hypocrite but that wasn’t as important. “Rue does what she wants, when she wants. I have literally never been able to do anything about her and we’re twins, so we’ve known each other our entire lives.”
