Bracelets for the soul

    Cyrus laughed and ruffled her hair. "Enjoy your kiddie juice, Lettuce. I'll buy you another if you want. Although, you might've had enough at this point." He hummed and leaned back a bit, crossing his arms. "Because that there is the face of a shit-faced little lightweight."


    He smirked and rolled his eyes, waving his hand dismissively at the bitch who talked down at him, both literally and figuratively, the first time they met. This self-aware  brand of hypocrisy was indeed the scientist's forte. "I suppose men of my... what did you call it before, Ms. Caelum? My "ilk"? Are just a little less barbaric than you. That fight out there was simply," He clicked his tongue condescendingly. "shameful."


    A flutter of long black hair caught Cyrus's eye as another person entered the bar, the scientist's breath hitching as his mind immediately went to the same nostalgic place it did when he first was taken off guard by the man. Come on now, keep it together, he sighed and ran his hand through his bangs. It ain't the same guy.
 
    He still couldn't help but shiver as a finger ran through his hair, Cyrus watching as the assumed prostitute came sauntering into the bar, although seemingly a lot more on edge than earlier. He immediately downed the drink that had been left behind by Aberdeen, prompting the scientist to raise an eyebrow, waving for the bartender to bring another shot of straight whiskey over to the bar, flicking it over to the man. "Well don't you seem mad."


    Not quite as mad as her it seems.


    Cyrus watched as the woman stormed out of the bar before glancing over at the other man, a smirk cracking across his face before he started to laugh, shaking his head. He's WAY different from him. "Mad is a word for what she is," he hummed into his drink. "Furious, livid, murderous, fuming, take your pick and it'll be more accurate than 'mad'. You got a thing for her, or do you just like pissing people off?" he raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his drink. "I saw her stomping your ass out there. I don't know much about wooing women but, I don't think your methods are working~" he hummed in a sing song voice, paying the tab he'd racked up at the bar. A grimace spread across his face as he stared at the bill, frowning and digging out his credit card.

Aberdeen quickly became bored with the game, as it had become much to easy for them after beating it nearly a hundred times and put their phone away. They looked over their chair to see Ortus delivering a swift roundhouse kick to the beach towel from before. Aberdeen hadn't seen this much fighting going on since....well about a week ago. Aberdeen stood up from their chair and walked towards Ortus, in another attempt to 'flirt' with the woman

"Damn. I see those legs aren't just for show. Pow pow." Aberdeen did the same ridiculous gun gesture from before, while still keeping a straight face.

"STOP. BLOCKING. MY. WAY." She seethed, directing a punch straight to his stomach to try and avoid the man, hoping a full on fight wouldn't take place. It was entirely clear his tactics wouldn't work, especially with someone else approaching her.



A callous expression lined her facial features as she stared down at the shorter person, a eerie grin spreading as she attempted to respond to the ridiculous endeavor.

"I don't appreciate flirting. Especially from strangers," Even if it wasn't the first time people have directed such thoughts at her, her sour mood completely changed whatever rational response she would have thought of.

Sami nodded, 'Sami.. is happie!' She then brought out even more money and pushed it over to the bartender. 'Sami want everyone to have ginger ale! Sami buys.. for everyone.. Sami's new friends!'

The bartender accepted her odd request and thus on top of their previously ordered drinks, everyone now had a chilled glass of ginger ale. Which they could either choose to drink, or ignore entirely. But then Sami would be saddie.

Robb'in gave up on the notion of being served, so then demanded for Sami to share hers. She poured no more than a couple drops onto the base of a turned up tumbler. 'Here! Robbie can have ginger ale too! Sami made this!' she said.

"Why thank you... Sami?" Simon blinked, confused as to why such a young child was partaking in the experiment. He took the ginger ale the high schooler had bought for him, downing in in two quick gulps without questioning how she had the funds to pay for the round or why she was here.

Then again... He was in highschool when he met her as well.

As Simon started to become lost in thought, his smile slowly being replaced with a more stern expression he almost missed the fact his tab was played for. He blinked, and then turned back toward Aberdeen. "And thank you as well."

She watched as the blue haired individual walked off, clearly being smarter than anyone else in this god-forsaken congregation of people. Hell, it could have been the drink making her act up in this manner. But there was no way she would budge on her emotions.

"If that's what it takes to satiate your desires, then I'll listen to your demands."

She clenched her fist as hard as possible before aiming it towards his neck, her intention being to knock him so far back that he couldn't even catch up once she left the area to blow off steam in a more productive manner.

"I'm sorry, I do not feel the need to fight anymore. I'll calm myself in another way," She stated, a more solemn tone in her voice as she did so. Right then and there was when she finally calmed down significantly, her mood replaced with a lingering sense of depression.