why should i not want something better?

We are the fire, we see how they run, see how they run, lift me higher, let me look at the sun, look at the sun – and once I hear them clearly, say: who, who are you, really? And where, where are you going? I've got nothing left to lose, 'cause I've got nothing left to prove; see me bare my teeth for you, who, who are you?

[yarakerrin]

Camilla Saint Ives​.

     “Hm. Right, friendly.”

     “Well… thanks again, then, I guess. I was already thinking the exact same thing.”

   “You’re welcome.”

[yarakerrin]

Camilla Saint Ives​.

     Camilla frowned at the other woman, rolling her eyes before she noticed her phone come to life on the charging pad, and if she gave it a few more minutes, she’d have enough life in the device to make sure she could make it home. And now it felt like this person was trying to make her more uncomfortable — and of course, since obviously anyone who’d come here was probably an asshole in the first place. 

     “Thanks for the advice.”

   “Call it a friendly warning.”

   “You’re safe in here, but… have your ride come straight to the door.”

[yarakerrin]

Camilla Saint Ives​.

     “Yeah. Definitely not on purpose and definitely never again if I have any say in it.”

   “Probably for the best.”

   “And unless you’re carrying a gun, I’d take that jewelry off.”

[yarakerrin]

Queenie: Cool.

Queenie: [ call ended / 19:35 ]

[yarakerrin]

Camilla Saint Ives​.

     She placed the pad down on the table next to the strange woman’s, not wanting to impede on her space, but more specifically, not wanting anyone else to mess up her night, and the last thing she needed was someone dumping their drink on her phone. She put her phone down on top, a light sigh passing between her lips in relief when the battery symbol appeared on the black screen. “The car I was in did. I don’t know what the driver was into, but he pissed someone off and I was so not sticking around to find out more about the story.”

     “Seems like you wanna find out about mine though.”

   “I was curious why you’d come to this neighborhood if you think it’s… what’d you say? Stupid?”

   “Just passing through, then, I assume.”

[yarakerrin]

Queenie: No. Arin too.

Yara: Mm. I'll text you the details.

[yarakerrin]

Queenie: [ sighs heavily ] You didn't fuckin' offend, you don't need to refrain, you don't need to ask permission. [ a pause ] I said I'm preoccupied. Ask.

Yara: Is this just for you?

[yarakerrin]

Queenie: Did you just fuckin' /dear/ me? Alright, for all future requests, it should be known I mean ASAP. Less than twenty-four, ideally. And in this case, before Saturday. You said time, not day, and I'm fuckin' preoccupied.

Yara: Didn't mean to offend, and I didn't want to presume. I will try to refrain from any further affection, though. [Pause] Will you permit me another question? Or would you rather I stopped trying to accommodate as well?

[yarakerrin]

Queenie: After close.

Yara: Which /day/, dear. This week? Next? After close is a given.

[yarakerrin]

Queenie: Cool. Yeah. Thanks.

Yara: Any preference time wise?

[yarakerrin]

Camilla Saint Ives​.

     “I don’t know. I’m not a mind reader.” 

     “Maybe you’re a grimy snob!”       Camilla tossed a fake yet polite smile at the bartender when he presented her with a charging pad, “Thank you.”

   “And you?”

   “Did your car break down, too?”

[yarakerrin]

Queenie: Hey. Know any places I can get some fancy ass clothes? Like... Government level nice.

Yara: Hmm… As a matter of fact, I do. I can arrange an appointment?

[yarakerrin]

Camilla Saint Ives​.

     Camilla paused, raising her brows as she turned back to look at the woman, “Judging people based on their attire is like… one of the first and most obvious ways to judge people. If they want to prove me wrong, then by all means…”

     “I wasn’t wrong about you. Not entirely. You certainly seem like a snob.”

   “And what would a snob be doing in a place like this?” In her peripheral, Yara saw Benjamin appear behind the brunette at the bar — right across from her booth, only separated by the row of stools, and a narrow aisle of floor — placing something on the surface.      “For your phone,” he said, then immediately left to tend to another patron. It was a charging pad, and it wasn’t hard to read in his body language that he’d rather not have lent it out, but he cared about people and the reputation of his bar too much not to.

[yarakerrin]

Queenie: [ Calling / 19:33 ]

Yara: Hello?

[yarakerrin]

Camilla Saint Ives​.

     “Well, you’re rude! So thanks for nothing!” Camilla didn’t bother offering any sort of goodbye, an overly sweet smile plastered on her face before she turned away to head to the bar.

   “Maybe I’d take that to heart if you hadn’t just called everyone else in here distasteful. For…” She cocked her head. “Their choice in attire?”

[yarakerrin]

Camilla Saint Ives​.

     “Mmm, no thanks.”

     “I’m very happy with my entitlement.”

   “That much is apparent.”

[yarakerrin]

Camilla Saint Ives​.

     “He also smells like a gutter and is surrounded by people who look equally as distasteful,” she replied, annoyance tinging her syllables. Camilla glanced over her shoulder at the bartender, eyes narrowing as they landed back on the woman, “I’m already here, at your table. Surely you can—” She stopped herself, realizing she was in a sketchy place and quite possibly annoying someone as she was asking them for help, which didn’t bode well for her. What if she didn’t call a car service but some creep-o who intended on kidnapping her for some ransom or… something worse. 

     “Whatever. Fine.”

   “Bartending is a sweaty job.”

   “Breathe through your mouth; maybe it’ll stem some of your entitlement.”