"Oh, stop it, Morris! I know I'm much more than just a bystander," the girl said, a hand to the nape of her neck for dramatic flair. "I'm an actress."
The barkeep rolled his eyes with a feigned smile. "Yes, of course."
"And you know what? This actress is tired and thirsty. Get her a drink." She eyed him with a sly smirk, glowering down at him. Her bottom was firmly planted on the polished bar, her tail draped over the edge, flicking every so often releasing a pleasant chime from the bells attached. She brought her legs closer to her body, her hooves clacking against the hard wood.
Morrison handed her her drink- some sort of strong ale in a wooden mug.
"Thank you, Morrie dearest." She downed the drink within a few glugs, wiping her mouth with the long, billowy sleeve of her crimson blouse. It was low-cut, but there wasn't much to see besides her deep blue skin. The draenei smiled with blueberry-coloured lips, and she tucked similarly coloured hair behind her ear.
The door of the bar opened and patrons flooded in, already drunk. Probably rowdy patrons kicked out from the Pig and Whistle either for causing trouble or it being well into the morning. In any case, the girl got down off the bar and leaned against it instead, looking upon the alliance patrons. "Welcome, boys, to the Golden Keg," she said in a sultry voice.
She went over to the only worgen male that came through, and she leaned up against him. "Hell-ooo," she purred. "And who... are you?"
The two would spend some time together, the male becoming increasedly uncomfortable with the meeting. He'd excuse himself after about only an hour, and she'd return to her sit-down spot on the bar.
"I don't think I'll ever... y'know. Get back into it. Since my first love became MIA, and my second ran away on me, I just... I don't think I can continue on trying, Morrison." The cheeriness and sultry playfulness in her voice was gone, now, and sorrow and hurt filled its void.
"Oroeiev, listen," Morris started out, polishing out a tankard. "I think you have to stop chasing that dream, you know? You aren't getting either of them back, and you're just going to hurt yourself trying. Think about Kishan. Think about your fledgling powers. How successful you were and could be if you just... stopped all this." The human sighed, not wanting to make her upset. "I mean, love can and will find a way. Just... let it happen naturally, Oro."
The girl stopped her sniveling. "Y-yeah. Yeah, I suppose so. Eh, thanks, Morris." Oroeiev placed a few coins on the bar. "See you around, friend."
