Post by TK on Oct 7, 2015 1:50:12 GMT
Demeter hesitated at the gates of the Junkyard, twirling on her toes between the posts. All her old haunts were boring, and the new ones surely could not have much to offer if they'd never caught her attention before. She could stay in the Junkyard, she supposed. See what the Jellicles had to offer her. They had long since stopped treating her like glass, apt to shatter at a moment's notice, and she was certainly grateful for that. But there wasn't much they could offer her in terms of new experiences. At least, not within the confines of the 'yard. With a huff, she strode through the gate and toward the city.
A few new bars had popped up that she had yet to try. She picked one at random, intrigued by the groups of cats she saw smoking next to its door. The music was smooth and low, and cigar smoke hung heavily in the air. Not usually her scene, but the patronage seemed to lean toward the older, more dignified sort. The kind with plenty of delicious stories about lives she could never dream of leading. "What's a dame have to do to get a drink around here, my love?" she asked, leaning against the bar.
"Pay," the bartender grunted, barely sparing her a second glance. With a pout, she pushed her money across the bar and turned to inspect the crowd as she waited for her drink. There were card games going on along the back wall, which she regarded with interest until she noticed a few well-placed mirrors and the cats circling the tables, whispering into a few choice ears. She wrinkled her nose. Where was the fun of cheating? She picked up the drink the bartender set next to her and sipped at it delicately.
A few new bars had popped up that she had yet to try. She picked one at random, intrigued by the groups of cats she saw smoking next to its door. The music was smooth and low, and cigar smoke hung heavily in the air. Not usually her scene, but the patronage seemed to lean toward the older, more dignified sort. The kind with plenty of delicious stories about lives she could never dream of leading. "What's a dame have to do to get a drink around here, my love?" she asked, leaning against the bar.
"Pay," the bartender grunted, barely sparing her a second glance. With a pout, she pushed her money across the bar and turned to inspect the crowd as she waited for her drink. There were card games going on along the back wall, which she regarded with interest until she noticed a few well-placed mirrors and the cats circling the tables, whispering into a few choice ears. She wrinkled her nose. Where was the fun of cheating? She picked up the drink the bartender set next to her and sipped at it delicately.