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From Chronicles

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Kingsdale - The Nut And Bolt

At about six in the evening, a bit after the usual closing time for your average place of work, Zach will come into the Nut and Bolt. He does so quietly, a reserved air about him that runs counter to the general feel of the place and it's usual patronage. And he takes some tim in actually making it towards the bar, which he approaches first and foremost. He will lean in once he can get the attention of the bartender and give his drink request quietly. The bartender giving him an amused smirk, but providing him what he wants anyway. A tall glass of orange juice.. Screwdriver? An alert eye would doubt any added alcohol was added. The credits for the drink are quickly paid.

About six in the evening and just in time for a changing of shifts behind the bar. Rebekkah steps out from the back rooms, tonight sporting matching spirals of gliterring, flashing lights on her forearms which chase up and down in a frenetic rainbow of colors and rhythms. Gliding over to the register to check on the open tabs, she blows a sharp whistle which somehow carries over the noise and the band and the other bartender looks over and gives her a wave. He's done, and announces as much by pulling the rag from his hip pocket and tossing it down on the counter behind the bar.

Zachary starts slightly at the sound of the whistle, having begun to get himself set up towards the end of the bar. In so much as drawing out a notepad and settling himself on the stool amounts to that. He looks up towards it and spies Rebekkah, faint recognition coming after a moment. Should she look his way, he'll nod towards her, but the quiet one will then start to open his notebook and flip through the pages, which hold lines of tight, neatly formed Dragonese characters.

Rebekkah spends a little time reorganizing things behind the bar for her shift; making sure the bottles are lined up where she likes them, checking the glasses are clean and that the ice maker is making ice. She clears a few empty drinks off the bar and makes her way down towards Zachary's end, wiping with her towel as she goes. "Oh, whoa," she says as she gets to the elf, looking over his shoulder at the markings on the paper. "That'll be a rampantly bitchin' tat." She nods in approval.

For his part, the quiet elf is content to write, adding to the unfinished page with only brief pauses now and then for a sip from his glass. Zach works through the lines on the page steadily, ever so careful about his lettering. Absorbed enough that he doesn't feel Bek's presence at his back until she speaks. He stiffens slightly, then carefully lifts his pen from the page before looking back over his shoulder towards the woman. "Confusion at her words. "A what?" Though even as he asks, a hand shifts over the page, as if to hide away the writing from actively prying eyes.

Rebekkah looks up from the page at Zachary and gives him a patient blink of her dark brown eyes. "A tattoooo," she repeats, slowly, at once trying to both make sure she's heard over the music and speaking simply so that even an elf from the Chainmail Bikini Dimension can understand. She even waves one hand at a spot on her other arm to help illustrate, presumably the place where she'd have it done if it were here tattoo. Which it's not.

Zachs' eyes flit towards where her hand waves, looking at the spot with some bemusement. But her meaning in part is gleaned. "Oh.. I suppose.. I've never given such a thing much thought." he replies. He looks back at the page, where a few of the characters are still visible. "But you dod not even know what these characters mean," he points out.. or perhaps asks with a soft undercurrent of concern.

Rebekkah shrugs uncaringly, flips her towel over a shoulder and crosses her arms below her chest. Her bangles throw off a distracting spray of bright, colored light and when placed together like that the effect goes from being rhythmic to being seizure-inducing. "Doesn't need to -mean- anything," she points out. "Just looks flash, that's all."

"Looks.. flash?" Zachary is a bit distracted by the light, his eyes flicking towards it when it zips past, but fortunately he's not one for such seizures. As he speaks, he forces his eyes level again with Bek's. "I would assume that means good. It may be, but there are many who do know the language. You would not feel odd with a dirty or perhaps degrading word etched into your body?"

Rebekkah rocks herself up onto the balls of her feet, gaining a little more elevation so she can peer down around Zachary's hands and spy on what's on the paper again. "Oh, so you're writing smut?" She grins a little, flicking a look up at Zachary and passing him a knowing nod. She'll keep the secret safe. Promise. "Elf smut. Bang-o."

"What? No.." While his voice his shocked at such a scandalous accusation, it still doesn't rise the level of his voice more than is needed to be heard. "But it would stand to reason if you were to have a Dragonese character embedded in your skin without knowing what it was, it could easily be such a thing." It does prompt him to close up the notebook, the pen left between the pages. "It doesn't seem very.. 'flash' to me." The slang term awkwardly parroted back.

"I'm just talking about -that-," Bek insists, unfurling an arm to spear her finger down towards the page. "-That- looks flash and if you say it's not elf smut, then I think we're all absolute zero. But..." She folds her arms again and drops her eyes to the bar, troubled by the sudden thought. "I guess it could be something really boring too." A look of distaste lifts her upper lip into a small sneer, then she blinks and laughs out loud. "Zot, if it's like a letter to your mom? And I had it on my arm?" Her laughter redoubles, bright, whimsical and musical.

The young woman's slang leaves Zach with a soft bemusement, his brow furrowed softly. "It's a story, nothing more," Zach clarifies. "A tasteful story. Perhaps not so exciting as you might enjoy, but I write for myself." He pauses, then admits, "I don't understand some of the words you're saying. It's hard to gather your meaning that way."

Rebekkah pulls her lips to one side and mulls over a number of possible responses while she stands here, eyeing Zachary with a mildly reproachful look. "How old are you?" she asks quite suddenly, and the question can easily be taken for coming out of nowhere for anyone who wasn't able to witness the chain of thoughts that unwound behind her dark eyes. "Because if you're, like, three hundred years old? I can see how that would happen." Clearly, in Bek's mind, it's a generational thing.

"Fourty three years old," Zachary replies easily. "I don't really see what my age has to do with this, I'm still quite young amongst my people. I've just never encountered.. a vocabulary like yours before. No one I knew in Lazlo spoke like you do." Not that he stresses any negativity. Merely giving out straight information, still a bit bemused by the talk.

"Oh, I've never been to Lazlo," Bek explains, as though that would explain it all. "You know, way, way back when, before hovercycles and helicopters and even before the Rifts, so people couldn't even use magic, everyone in every little place had their own language, because they couldn't get anywhere to hear how other people talked." The concept, it is mind blowing and explained with an amazed sort of awe in the girl soldier's voice. "So, you know, since it's so hard to get anywhere now..." She frees her hand and makes another gesture at Zachary's paper. "Everyone has their own little language again."

Zachary looks towards his notebook. "Many people here know Dragonese," he notes. "And American. BUt I suppose there are some.. slang terms which fit your theory, yes. And I suppose asking you not to do so would be a futile thing. You will have to excuse me when I am not quite certain of your meaning."

"You'll figure it out." Bek's confident on that point, her nod is encouraging and her grin is playful and perhaps just the tiniest bit teasing as she adds, "You're still young." Business calls her away and she moves up the bar easily, greeting a few patrons with bright smiles and imaginary 'gunshots' from her index fingers. A couple of drinks are poured and one more mixed, the girl's flashing bracelets dancing and enhancing her arm movements when she grabs up bottles and playfully twirls them while she works. It's entertaining for everyone, most importantly her.

"I suppose so," Zach replies to that, though he seems a bit doubtful. And still with that soft air of bemusement as he watches her go back to work for a few moments. Of course, after those moments pass he looks back to his notebook and considers it before he picks up his glass of juice, devoting a little time to nursing the contents. Thoughtful and quiet for a space.

Amber strolls into the Nut and Bolt after a long day, her hands, arms and face smudged with the blood of some machine or another, her hair held back by a folded bandana that has more than a few black fingerprints on it. She heads straight for the bar, not expecting to see anyone she knows, and collapses heavily on the edge, elbows planted on the flat surface as she awaits a passing bartender, her eyes straight head as she stares thoughfully, fingers drumming idly on the bar.

Rebekkah finishes ringing up an order and passes a credchip to an exhausted-looking mechanic when she notices Amber coming to sit at her bar. Moving in time with the music, her upper body swaying and dancing a bit as the narrow space behind the counter allows, she draws up in front of the other woman's chair and beams a smile down at her. "Hey, cutie, what can I get you?" She reaches for something under the bar in the pause that follows and produces a couple of joined foil packets with specially formulated wipes for removing the grease. In a place like this, it's no surprise they keep the things stocked.

Zach takes a few moments to note Amber's arrival, himself settled at one far side of the bar. His glass has nearly emptied by then and he notices, coming back to himself at that point. He lifts it and considers briefly before he sets it down and looks alongside the bar. Having seen her only a few hours before at the ole workplace. Zach is quick to spot Amber down the bar a bit from him. His mood lightens and a soft smile rises. He slips his notebook back into his carryall, then rises, moving around to approach.

Amber smiles pleasantly up at Rebekkah, her mind made up and her order rolls off her tongue, "Vodka" she says, holding thumb and forefinger about 2 inches apart, "And cran" her fingers squeeze together, about half an inch of space now, "Thanks!" she looks at her hands, then down to your wipes, "Would you mind?" she asks, pointing.

Flare slips intot he place and glances around a little. She raises a brow and seems to be taking the in the place. The crimson haired elf smiles a bit before she moves a little more in.

"They're for you," Bek announces happily and flicks the packaged wipes from her first two fingers onto the bar right in front of Amber. She gives her another bright, easy smile and turns away to get a glass and grab a bottle of vodka. Zachary's approach doesn't go unnoticed, and if he thought to try to sneak up on Amber he's betrayed by the flick of Rebekkah's eyes from her to him, then to his former spot down a the end of the bar, then back to him once again. She gives the vodka a spin in the air, the pulsing lights from her coiled bracelets sparking against the droplets that soar across the inside of the bottle. The cranberry 'juice' is handled with considerably more respect and fills the rest of the glass with careful precision.

"Hello, Ambrielle." Zachary will greet her with an easy warmth as he comes near to her. Not at all trying to sneak and, after the greeting pausing at a conversational distance. It's evening on a Tuesday night and the place is noisy and packed with techs fresh off the job. Zach is perhaps the cleanest one in here, his clothing, hair and skin spotless. He's briefly distracted by the flashing lights of Bek the bartender, eyes flicking up towards her before sliding back down to Amber. He smiles at her and adds, "I hope your work went well." He considering her disheveled state as if it might give him some clues to that very detail.

Flare sighs and then heads towards the bar, she was almost glowing a bit as she came in but seems a bit more relaxed as she reaches the bar and definitely isn't now.

Amber returns the smile, her eyes bright as her lips part revealing a hint of teeth, she seems to enjoy the smiles of others, and it shows in her face. She catches Bek's offering as well as her look, turning once to look over her left shoulder, spotting the Redhaired elf and offering a smile as accidental eye contact is made. She turns to look over her right shoulder in time to hear Zach's voice, the bartender's intention suddenly clear, "Meh, work is work, just trying to pay some bills." she shrugs, taking a cloth out of the packet and rubbin her hands, "For someone who doesn't like to drink, you sure do come to alot of bars." she smiles pleasantly still, and pats the stool next to her.

Rebekkah stabs Amber's drink with a short red plastic straw and penetrates between the ice cubes to the bottom of the glass. She finishes things off with a wedge of some artifically bright green fruit that's probably supposed to taste like lime, then comes back over and sets the glass down near Amber's elbow. Her hands work as though by magic, releasing the glass and gathering up the crumpled wrapper of the wipe and leaving trails of colorful light everywhere they go. Shifting her golden gaze between Amber and Zachary, Bek smiles cutely to herself and moves away again, now heading to intercept Flare as soon as she takes a seat of her own.

"Occasionally," Zachary confirms in response to Amber's words. "However the last time I came looking for you. And I do not drink while I am here." Compelled to remind her of those details. "I came to write.. occasionally the activity in a place will serve to inspire." He pauses, glancing towards Flare. Taking her in for a moment before he smiles at her and dips his head in a respectful manner. "Good evening," he offers to her before looking back to Amber. And the drink she's ordered. A slight frown coming into being. Even so, he will move to occupy that nearby stool.

Flare just slips into a seat and gets a smile, which she returns and a dip of the head toi the greeter only to be waylaid or interecepted by Rebekkah, the elf not sure quite which yet. She raises a brow, "Hello," she says softly.

"Its just one drink, helps me unwind just a tad after a day that started off so well." she bites her lower lip, almost chewing it as she gives Zach a sideways glance, her left hand on her drink, right hand stirring it slowly, "I was just teasing, anyway, you should be where ever it is you want to be!" she leans down taking a sip from the straw, the glass remaining on the table. There is something oddly childlike as she drinks her very adult drink, her short legs swinging back and forth probably to blame.

Rebekkah holds her arms out before her, maybe to show off to Flare the spirals of flashing colored lights wound around her forearms but she drinks in the elf's outfit with wide eyes and an eager smile on her lips. "Oh wowwww," she breathes excitedly. "That looks so hot on you, where did you get it?" Her eyes flick up to find Flare's, the emerald irises glinting and sparkling in the light thrown up by her bangles. "I mean," she corrects herself, smile shifting to a goofy grin, "can I get you something to drink? But you gotta tell me where I can get one of those."

Flare smiles, "I got it in the Burbs before I left ahead of a death-squard." she says softly, "And you look hot in your clothes." the elf says and smiles a bit. "I could use a drink."

Zachary does seem to relax a bit as Amber softens her teasing and he realizes it. "Well, I will admit I am feeling more comfortable with you here," he says to her. The mention of earlier beings a soft pink tinge to his cheeks and a subtle growth of his smile. "I.. well, I'm glad I could help you." he says. The sentiment honest enough even if he hesitates in just how to phrase it. "It was.. nice." An inadequate word, yet he uses it.

A beeping goes off, causing Amber to jump suddenly as she looks around, realizing the sound is coming from one of her many pockets, her hand sliding in to pull out a device and stare at the screen, her eyes wide as she sighs, shoulders sagging degjectedly. "I've gotta go, my client is already having trouble with the modifications i made to his atv..." she trails off, reaching for her glass and finishing it off, a heroic effort. She leans over and kisses Zach on the cheek, her now clean left hand touching his cheek, "I'll call you when I'm done!" she hops out the door.

Rebekkah offers Amber a little wave to see her off but keeps most of her attention for Flare. She sparkles under the compliment, a faint red flush coming to her cheeks, and she chances a quick glance down at herself. "Chi-town 'Burbs?" she presses, trying to clarify. Fat chance she'll be getting there any time soon to go shopping. With a shake of her head and a small sigh, she abandons the dream of owning a hot red leather corset. "Oh well. What kind of drink do you want? We've got everything!" Turning at the waist, she gestures expansively to the shelves of liquor arrayed behind her. "Well, -almost- everything."

Flare cocks her head to the side, "Well probably a good idea, there are probably others places to get them, you could probably talk to any clothing designer." She looks at her, "You look cute when you blush." she flushes a bit herself, "Anything is fine."

Zachary perks slightly at the sound that calls to Amber's attention, his eyes dipping to the device she draws out. Considering it as she studies, then explains. "Oh.. maybe I could.." But his offer is cut off when she kisses his cheek, which only reawakens the soft pink tint. He a bit shocked. "Yes.. farewell Ambrielle," he offers, in a bit of a daze for a moment as he looks after her. Of course, the next second when his thoughts catch up to him, she's already on her way. As if suddenly conscious of his locale again he glances about, as if he'd been part of something illicit. Yet most seem to not care one way or the other about the public kiss. His attention then moves to the two women on either side of the bar and despite himself he grows a bit curious. Catching the mention of Chi-Town at least. Thus for a few moments he will attempt to observe them discreetly. Attempt being the operative word.

"Anything," Rebekkah parrots Flare's order with a heavy intonation, letting her arms droop at her sides and her shoulders sag as though she's just been put under a great weight. It's all for dramatics of course, but there's doubt about how the girl feels about people who pin her with the responsibilities of 'anything'. She turns to consider the selection of spirits, her posture snapping right back to its normal grace and she thoughtfully taps the edge of her finger against her lips. "Do you want another drink?" she offers to Zachary while she works on the puzzle.

Flare shrugs, "Sorry, haven't had a lot of drinking, what is your favorite, dear?" she asks as she looks at Rebekkah. She glances over at Zachary for a moment.

"Oh.. uh, no thank you," Zachary replies to Rebekkah. His lips purse slightly and his eyes flick off to the side, as if to veil his prior casual curiosity. Of course, when he does glance back over it's right in time to meet Flare's glance. He's quiet for a moment, mouth opening slightly before he speaks. "It really isn't good to drink too often." he notes. "The orange juice they use for other mixed drinks is rather good. Not from concentrate." He smiles slightly.

Rebekkah slits her eyes and shoots a disapproving look over at Zachary. "Oh, you're in a -bar-, slim," she reminds him, fluttering a hand at him to chase away notions of sobriety with a dazzling display of color and light from her wrist. But Bek, she's a fair judge of a person and it doesn't take a psychic to recognize that Flare has a thing for fire. The idea hits her with a girly squeal and she lunges forward to grab a bottle of golden tequila. Moving quickly now, she mixes it with some of, yes, the orange juice and adds a splash of something red on top. The overall idea is obvious; the glass' contents look like a burning flame. "Here, try this!" she urges Flare as she sets the drink down in front of her, then steps back and claps her hands together in front of her lips to watch the elf have a sip.

Flare cocks her head to the side and takes a sip of the drink, curiousity on her face and waiting to see what it tastes like.

"Well yes, but.." Zach starts on that line before Bek hones in on that sterling idea. He frowns slightly and breathes a soft sigh. His brow softly furrowed. But he allows things to take their course. He eyes the drink that comes about and admits, "A proper appearance, I suppose." His eyes going to Bek before returning to Flare.

Rebekkah nods in plain agreement with Zachary and her eyes blossom into a bright violet shade as she stares in anticipation at Flare and watches her take that first sip. "It's hot," she comments to the male elf. "Like, supernova hot." A quick grin spreads her expressive lips and she claps again after Flare swallows. "Well? Do you like it? The cherry's supposed to kill most of the tequila burn, but not -all- of it."

Flare nods and smiles and seems not to be bothered by the burn at all and downs the rest of the drink, "Not bad." she says and smiles a bit. She has the slight alcohol burn, but of course to her it isn't hot or spicy at all really.

Zachary is quiet as he watches the two evaluate the drink. But after a few moments of that he shakes his head slightly, brow remaining creased as he glances around. A subtle discomfort settling into his demeanor. He starts to rise then, looking towards the two. "If you will excuse me. It was pleasant meeting you both.." he pauses and then lifts his hand to motion to himself. "I'm sorry. I am Zachary." His eyes move towards Rebekka. "I should remember your name, but I don't.. I do remember you were with us on that trip." He then looks to Flare.

"Yeah, 'that trip'," Bek confirms for Zachary, favoring him with a warm smile and a slight narrowing of her eyes. "I'm Bek, but I guess there's no reason you would have remembered. I don't think we ever got introduced anyway." She extends her slender hand out over the bar towards him to make the whole thing formal and official.

Flare smiles, "I like it, can I have another." she says and then nods, "oh, I am Flare." she says softly.

"I'm sure someone mentioned your name during the trip but on the way back I was.. my thoughts were in a state of disquiet," Zachary replies, a soft apologetic air to his tone. He takes her hand lightly and will give it a brief shake. "well met, Bek." He then looks to Flare and nods his head once to her. "A pleasure to meet you as well." His eyes dip to her outfit, though only briefly before they snap upward, considering her hair, then back to her eyes. Indeed. "I think I shall retire," he adds, his head dipped. "May your evenings be pleasant." he adds before he starts to turn.

Rebekkah finishes with Zachary with a wiggle of her fingers and then shifts her full attention back to the female elf. "Flare, huh." She looks her over much in the same way Zachary did and nods to herself twice. "Mmmhmm, you sure are. I'll be right back." She takes the empty glass and reaches back behind her, stretching on long legs to grab the tequila from its spot and mix up another drink. She's quick about it this time, forgoing the theatrics. "You're really not like the sort of people who usually come in here," she comments when she gets back with the full glass.

Flare cocks her head to the side, "Oh I am not?" she asks curiously. She smiles as she gets the drink, her face is a bit flushed and eyes bright, as she takes another sip of the new drink.

Zachary goes along on his way, slowly weaving past people, delayed briefly by his own intent to not push or shove, waiting for one particular pair of men to move out of his way before he slips out the door and into the darkening evening.

Rebekkah bends forward and leans her elbows on the edge of the bar, just smiling proudly and watching Flare have a sip of round two of the tequila concoction. "Oh no, not at all," she answers, shaking her head and spilling her ponytail forward over her left shoulder. Lifting one hand a few inches from the counter she points off towards the center of the bar and gathers up the entire clientele in the single gesture. "It's mostly techie and mechanical types come in here. I guess you -could- be, but you don't really look like it." She tilts her head and looks Flare over again, assessing. "I'd say you're new in town, and this is -definitely- your first time in here."

Flare nods, "Yes, haven't been in town long, I can tinker a little with basic mechanics, but, my true talents lay elsewhere."s he takes another sip and seems to just be watching her for a moment.

"Besides like a totally killer fashion sense?" Bek prompts, dropping her eyes enviously to the other woman's corset again and perking up with a quick and cute smile. "What kind of talents? Let me guess... you're a masseuse!" She laughs lightly, confident she nailed it on the first guess.

Flare blushes a bit and then shakes her head a bit, "Nope not a masseuse." she says, "Wanna guess again, could almost make a game of it."

Rebekkah is totally up for it. "Ummmm," she hums, straightening up and tapping her finger against her lip again while she considers Flare. "Ooh! Are you a dancer at the Ivory Lady? Because, if you're not, you -could- be. I bet you'd earn cred like you couldn't believe."

Flare blushes a bit again and shakes her head, "Though you are giving me some ideas of where I could get work, still is not my main talent."

Rebekkah turns her palms up and surrenders with a shrug of her shoulders. "Dunno then. I give up." She gives up another smile and drops back down onto her elbows to bring herself more or less at the same level as Flare. "So what are your talents, Missus Flare?"

Flare smiles, "Fire." she says softly, "I am a burster." she watches her to see the reaction as she takes another drink.

It takes a moment or two for Bek to realize what it is that Flare's telling her, but when she does her eyes grow wider and wider and the irises suddenly blaze to a vivid azure. "Ohhh!" she squeaks as she straightens herself upright again. "Like, you just think about it and stuff burns?" She shifts her eyes towards a booth in the back of the bar, maybe wishing she could do that to the three guys sitting back there. "That's a little more interesting than a masseuse I guess." She laughs and snaps her gaze back to Flare. "You're all dressed like fire too. Are you a superhero?"

Flare shakes her head a bit, "No, just a psychic with control of fire." she says saoftly and smiles, "I just really love red." She watches Bek's reaction still, her eyes actually delighted it seems, she didn't pull away.

Amber bounds back into the bar, her work coveralls half undone, arms tied around her waist, her once white tank top worn like a badge of honor, sporting more than a few smudged hand-prints. She heads for the bar, looking around before leaning her elbows against it, positioning herself next to Flare, "Sorry to Interrupt," she says sheepishly, looking from one to the other, "I'm looking for my friend, He was just here a minute ago with me, you don't happen to know if he's still around?"

"It is definitely your color," Bek agrees, stressing the middle word with an exaggerated bob of her head. Amber's return moves the girl to slip a little bit further away from Flare and she answers the question with a shake of her head. "He had to go, I guess. He was acting kinda twitchy, I don't think it was the quiet, peaceful place he wanted for his writing."

Flare cocks her head to the side, "Um, I think he did leave." she says and then looks at Rebekkah, worried for a moment as she backs a way, "I have always liked it, it matches my hair, you should see me when I am on fire."

Amber takes a small step to the side, eyebrows arching as if she is expecting the flame any minute, "Ahh, well, one more drink before I run and find him won't hurt, I think." Her cheeks are already a bit rosy, though its hard to tell what from, but she plops herself onto a stool and smiles over at the two women, "Another vodka cran, if its not too much trouble." she looks a little embarrassed to be interrupting your conversation, and does her best to not be intrusive.

"One more, coming up!" Rebekkah levels her hands at Amber and points both index fingers in her direction, then spins away and goes to get her the drink. The glass tumbles through the air and she catches it, the vodka bottle follows in a spinning arc a few moments later. She bobs her head and sways from side to side, keeping up with a driving guitar line from the band and pouring the drink with a practiced hand. Everything goes back home when she's done except the glass, which she sets down for Amber with a quick smile. "So, you set -yourself- on fire too?" she continues with Flare, looking over at the elf.

Flare nods, "Yes, fire doesn't ever hurt me, and I can basically set my aura on fire, protecting me and giving me another weapon." she grins a little. She takes another sip of her drink which is almost gone at this point, "But no reason to do that now."

Amber sips from her straw once more, chin almost on the bar as her eyes close and lips curl into a smile. Her eyes roll to the side as they open, watching the two girls and seeming to exspect fire to burst out any minute. She sits up a bit, tucking a hair that has escaped her triangularly folded bandana behind her ear before removing her glasses to wipe a small finger print off the lenses. Replacing her eyewear allows her to get back to the matter of hand, one cranberry vodka. Seconds pass before she remembers how the world works, her hand dipping into her pocket to retrieve her credit chip, which she slides sheepishly out in front of her.

"Noooo," Bek agrees with Flare laughingly. "No reason to do that ever. Ow." She must have missed the part where fire doesn't hurt her. Almost automatically, her hand snakes out and collects the credit chip, those flashing, flaring spiral hoops around her forearms making any ideas of being sneaky about it totally futile. She turns away again to ring up the drinks on the terminal behind her, running Amber's chip through and printing out a total for Flare while she's there.

Flare smiles a bit, "Fire doesn't hurt me, so when I fight I usually set myself on fire." she says softly, and toss fireballs, or sometimes other things." she says and shakes her head," It makes all the red fit me well."

Quick sips from her straw make quick work of her drink, Amber seems much happier with a few ounces of vodka in her belly. She waits shyly for her card to return, pocketing it while it does as she slides off her stool and offers a wave to the two women, "Thanks for the drinks!" she says, her face contorting as she hears how lame she sounds. She doesn't try to recover though, instead she takes her reddening self out the bar.

"We'll see you soon!" Rebekkah calls to Amber as she gives a little parting wave. "Thanks for coming in." While she goes about cleaning Amber's glass off the bar and wiping up the condensation, she puts her attention on Flare again and nods. "It probably doesn't fit me as well," she admits, indicating the corset again with a dip of her head. "But I still want one!"

Flare smiles, "I am sure we could at least see, maybe I could let you try it on or something." she says and seems a little buzzed for sure now.

Rebekkah considers, head bobbing from side to side and eyes making some quick measurements of Flare's figure. "Mmm, maybe it would fit? You're a lot taller than me, though. It would cover up my tummy and then, what's the point, right?" She thinks about it a little longer, then answers herself with a nod and a clap of her hands. "I bet I know the place I can find something like it. Hah, I'm so going there tomorrow."

Flare smiles a litle and nods, "See told you could find it somewhere." though her expression seems to almost look disappointed a little. She nods a little, "Could..." she starts and then breaks off and finishes the drink.

Rebekkah pulls herself out of her little daydreams of going on a shopping rampage in pursuit of the perfect push-up padded red leather corset and blinks while she focuses on Flare again. "Could what?" she wonders, hazarding a tentative little smile for the elf. "What's wrong? I'm totally not going to steal your look or anything, don't worry. It'll be one-hunnert percent Bek."

Flare shakes her head, "Could still go some place and try on this one." she bsays, a couple of the words slurred just a hint. She smiles a little, and watches her with curious eyes.

Rebekkah gives Flare a couple more blinks, curling her lips in a surprised little 'o' and widening her eyes as she gets what the elf is getting at. "Oh. Ohhh! You are such a cutie." Laughing wistfully, she reaches across the counter to pat Flare's hand lightly, but after a brief contact she draws her hand away as though, well, as though she might get burned. "My shift is until closing, though, and after that..." She blows out a silent whistle to emphasize the seriousness of the condition, "I'm too tired to think about anything."

Flare doesn't burn Rebekkah's hand or anything but she is warm to the touch, warmer than normal anyway. She cocks her head to the side and starts to smile at the first few words but her expression drops a bit, "Oh."

Rebekkah frowns, instantly feeling guilty and feeling bad. "It's not... I just met you, right? That's all." She offers up another smile, dropping her head a little to peek up at Flare and even bats her eyelashes coquettishly. "Do you know how much trouble I'd get in here if I let people pick me up while I'm working?"

Flare cocks her head to the side a little, "Sorry, just used to being turned down I guess." she shakes her head, "Part of my past, that and having to move." she looks up, "Really? Maybe...could get together for lunch or something on a day off?" hard to tell if she is interested in just a friend, drunk, or actually flirting.

Uh huh. Lunch is much less loaded than taking off clothes and trying them on. Rebekkah's smile brightens and she gives the elf an amenable nod. "Lunch would be perfect, I don't start work until the evenings most of the time. So, yeah! Have you found a place to stay and everything?"

Flare nods, "I have a place down in dregtown." she says softly and gets a little more excited again. The color of her hair changes just a hint, almost like it was actually burning, but must just be a trick of the light.

"Oh, you don't want to be in Dregtown... do you?" Bek tilts her head and looks at Flare with concern, unconsciously reaching up to stroke fingertips down through her ponytail. "If it's because of the creds, I mean it about doing some dancing. You'd do great and could set yourself up in some luxury if you wanted!"

Flare shrugs, "it is all I can afford at the moment, I will look into the dancing, where did you say about that again?" she asks softly.

"Oh, the Ivory Lady. It's... well, it's in the Dregs too," Bek admits, deflating a little as she goes poking holes in her own perfect little plan. "They wouldn't let anyone hassle you or anything, though. You know, so you wouldn't have to set them on fire."

Flare nods, "I will look into it, do you know who runs the place?" she asks curiously. She cocks her head to the side and leans in a bit.

Rebekkah can only shake her head in reply to Flare's question. "I don't know. I went in there once and almost asked about a job at their bar, but then I got this one." She lifts her shoulders and shrugs. "C'est la vie, right?"

Flare nods, "Alright, but thanks and hope to see you for lunch soon." she says and gets to her feet, she doesn't show any signs of staggering or anything as she starts to move from the bar.

"It was really nice to meet you!" Bek plants her hands on the bar and leans against it, sending the elf off with a bright and charming smile. "Flare," she repeats the other woman's name to herself and laughs softly. "Scan you soon."

Flare nods, "The pleasure was all mine." she calls back and then slips out the door.