Ashley sometimes visited the pub for the need of relaxation after a hard day, or just because. It was one of those days that she just needed to relax. Ashley walked into the bar that was only occupied by a few others, though she felt eyes on her she ignored it. Ashley took a seat at a table in the middle and put her boots up on the table. Soon her waiter came by, he smiled.
"What can I get for ye?" He asked with a pad in his hand.
Ashley smiled politely tossing her dark brown hair over her shoulders, her hair shone in the dim lights of the pub. "I want a tigers blood on the rox." She loved the drink it was made of real tigers blood but she only let them put in a teaspoon or less, she didnt drink blood, but the drink was sweet.
He soon brought it out, she drank slowly, her gloved hand holding the glass. Her white wings sitting lazily, her green eyes searching the bar. Soon, she put her head down on the wood table and closed her eyes for a moment or two, and began to dream.
The dream was vauge but she could hear screams, a womans, hers. And a voice, seductive like black velvet. Your lonley in your nightmare......let me in.
Ashley's head shot up and she looked arround the pub, noticing a face she hadnt before. One of a different kind of beauty, the right kind of wrong one might say. She turned her head away quickly though she could still feel the eyes watching her like prey.

Now there is a face that I can appreciate Demetrius sat in the shadows of the tavern, alone at his table. Even in this place, where murderers and worse came to relax, he had a table by himself. A few people had tried to seat themselves, but he had simply fixed them with a cold stare until they got up and moved. It was unnerving having someone stare at you when they never blinked, not even after 10 minutes had gone by. A dark cloak was thrown around his shoulder, trailing down his chest to obscure his form. His left hand rested lightly on the rough wood in front of him, and his right hand hung down at his waist, caressing the hilt of his dagger. He had not really been planning on doing anything that night, but then she had walked in. A woman to make a person's heart stop; that was, if his heart had been beating. This woman came in, sat down and ordered a drink, and then simply dozed off. That seemed a foolish move, especially in a place like this. Demetrius saw the looks that some of the other patrons were giving the woman, but they didn't worry him. In fact, a wolfish smile came to his face. It had been a dull night, a fight would liven up the atmosphere and get rid of some of this energy.

For now, he simply watched and learned. The woman was awake once again, and it was obvious that she felt the many eyes looking at her. For just a second, her eyes touched his, then she turned away quickly. His smile changed slightly, becoming more satisfied. He had her off balance, just the way he liked his women. From what she looked like, she would be more than able to hold her own in a fight. Nevertheless, from past experience, he knew that most women would appreciate the help of a stranger in a bar fight. Since women were probably one of the most common causes of a bar fight, Demetrius had plenty of experience in helping one escape the crowd. Of course, he always received his reward in the end, just as he had planned the whole thing. Still caressing the hilt of his dagger, Demetrius stared, and waited for someone to do something stupid.

Tracyn sat cross-legged on a booth seat, tucked in a more quiet area of the pub. He ordered no drink nor food. He took the opportunity to watch other people go about their business. Personally, he found drinks such as these disgusting and disorienting. He glanced up once more at some of the other patrons. Wings. "Never seen someone like that before, not many people with wings back at the dojang," his words barely escaped his lips. He tilted his head in curiosity, his naivety taking the front.

The martial artist took hold of his staff and moved to a table closer to the odd, for him, sight. His childhood with only other humans amongst him truly made him unaware of the vast number of races present in the world. He glanced around the pub again, taking in the diversity and sounds with new intent. He smiled pleased with his observations and eased back into his chair.

The smile he gave her, it showed one that invited a game of cat and mouse. Ashley tore her green eyes from his. A half of her, the angelic side told her to run now, the demonic side however told her to play. She couldnt decide what to do. So, she stayed. Again she picked up her glass and drank.

Ashley could then see the shadow of a man over her table, she then saw a fairly built body take a seat in the chair next to her. The man that had sat had brown eyes and dark brown hair. He took her hand closest to his own and began to intertwine their fingers. Ashley scowled.
"Hey." He said over confidant of himself.
Ashley took her hand back fericly. Then stood up and looked him down. Before begining to walk away. But before she could make it a few feet she felt a hand on her wrist tolding on tight, too tight. "I was talking to you." He said betting angry. Ashley again took her hand back with much more effert this time and pushed him back, nearly causing him to trip and fall. "Unfortunatly."
Ashley put one hand on the hilt of her sword in case. And stood ready, though she could feel everyone watching. The man stood, his anger fuming, though her demonic part of her was now taking over as protection. The man now cursed at her throwing one of the worst names in Arda at her.
Ashley went for him with her sword until he was up against the wall, her sword at his neck. "Dont ever cut me down when I'm talking to you." She said in a low voice though she was sure the others could hear before putting her sword back in its sheath and walking out.

The cool night breeze felt good on her skin and her demonic blood was no longer on fire. She breathed deeply a few times, the air so cold she could see her breath like smoke. Ashley heard the door shut behind her and she whiped arround with her sword ready, though it was not the same man. It was the one with the smile.

Tracyn had slightly jumped at the sudden act of violence. Though he had expected that something of the sort would inevitably break out it was still surprising. He made a mental note that angelic wings do not always mean nice. He sent out a subtle warning with the slight twirl of his staff and he left the bar, quickly, before anything else could possibly break out. Of course, with pubs, fights can break out at any time and quick is not always quick enough.

(Greatest of apologies thought it was open)