A Midnight Drink

[Gwen]

Gwen stepped into the bar, and removed the black hood of her cloak, revealing her ivory face. Making her way to the counter, she slouched into one of the stools, and ordered a glass of ale. Gwen rarely drank, for fear that the alcohol might let down her guard, but tonight she gave in. Taking a sip of her drink, she looked around, her green eyes flickering in the dim light. Drunk men were tossing dice at a nearby table, laying down outrageous bets. A mischievous grin played across her crimson lips, her eyes dancing. Part of her wanted to join them, as she usually did, but tonight she was not in the mood. Gwen shifted her gaze back to the ale cupped in her hand, and absently swirled it around.

Taking out her newly acquired ruby bracelet, Gwen smirked. It was the first thing in weeks she had stolen that was worth value. The guards had had a fantastic time chasing her, and she had barely managed to outrun them. Eventually they had lost her as she had resorted to jumping from roof top to roof top. Gwen sneered as she remembered hearing their confused shouts. She loved nothing more than playing tricks on the guards, and a good chase....except for perhaps tossing dice....or shooting her bow and arrows....

Sighing, Gwen sank back into her seat, and twisted a brown lock of hair around her index finger. She raised the black hood of her cloak over her head, concealing her face again. In truth, as clever and confident as she may seem, Gwen was lonely. She was a thief... how many people wanted to befriend an outlaw?

[Ateron]

As he knew-the dragon still is laced throughout his blood. The exact reason for his entrance of the bar. His clothes still rugged, yet his coal scarf remained upon his nose and neck. Perhaps he'd dare to take it down tonight. He was savage, a monster on the inside. Part of him loathed that aspect, the other, desired it. He felt the power within either form, and threatened to use it solely on destroying for pleasure. Yet, he swore not to give into such thoughts. But felt it's dominance growing everyday... which was indeed a concern. Coming from his thoughts, he sat down upon the lone seat, unphased by all who were near. He then ordered a heavy alcoholic beverage, one he had craved for the longest time. He slowly took a sip, before setting it back down on the counter. He had very good tolorence for the drink - it took a lot more just to get him slightly drunk. And a drunk human/dragon, was not a good idea. He cringed at the thought, as he erased it form his mind. He the looked up, averting his crimson eyes gaze to the other occupants of the bar. Gamblers and theives, he quickly took a recognition of the crowd, yet one in particular, he couldn't quite see. A cloaked figure. Not too much to know about that. Though, he half expected the entire bar to be filled with the outlaws, theives, etc. He sighed as he hunched over the wooden counter.