"Heathens" - Anti-Hero chill RP.

[Cifero Windtail]

Al nodded. "Now, let's get water into you. As well as some food."

Nodding awkwardly, Clare leaned into Al and put her arm around his shoulders. "I... I don't trust my footing enough to do more than use the bathroom," she said, glancing down at the floor and sighing. If Al happened to look at the wolf, he might notice that the bruises on her abdomen had faded considerably.




(Wondering if I should bring in someone else as well.)

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al shrugged, keeping his stance straight so that he was a good support for Clare. He began walking to the counter again, leading Clare slowly

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare stumbled softly along, seeming to be doing marginally better than before. "I... *hic* I'm sorry 'bout thish," she murmurs, leaning her head against Al's shoulder. "I should've just gotten water..."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you really should have. Nothing we can do about it now, though." He said as they reached the stools.

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare fixed her eyes on her stool, flicking her ears softly. "Yeah... I'm justh gonna have to wait it out," she murmured, gently pushing herself away from Al and trying to get on the stool. Her knees wobbling, she used the counter to slowly ease her rear onto the stool's circular seat, and, after a few tense moments, she seemed to have somehow gotten herself on there without incident. Grinning, the wolf glanced over at Al, fixing him with a purple gaze. "Ta-da.... ugh...."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al simply took his seat, making it look extraordinarily easy. "So, any cravings?"

[Cifero Windtail]

Al simply took his seat, making it look extraordinarily easy. "So, any cravings?"

Leaning back slightly from the bar, Clare placed both hands on her stomach and looked down at herself, her gaze a little dull as she seemed to focus on her belly button. After a few moments of what seemed like navelgazing, the wolf glanced over at Al. "... A halfway-decent meal would be nice," she murmured. "Nothing too rich, but... with protein and fiber and plant matter." She flushes softly. "....And maybe a t-shirt from my bag.... I don't mind this getup, but maybe I should be wearing a bit more than a sports bra on top." Clare chuckled.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al looked over to the waiter. "Steak with mash and broccoli please. And some water." The robo-waiter nodded and placed the order, as Al looked around for Clare's bag.

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare's bag was sitting on a chair nearby, at the table closest to her stool. Clearly, she'd rested it on there earlier.


Clare drunkenly adjusted her wardrobe, brushing some hair from her face and straighening out her sports bra. "Sound great," she said in regards to the meal, reaching down to straighen out her pants and then thinking better of it. Sighing, she softly traced the few scars she had.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al grabbed her bag and brought it back over to Clare, setting down on the stool next to her. "Here you go. Try not to drop anything." he said with a slight smirk, before retaking his seat.

[Cifero Windtail]

Al grabbed her bag and brought it back over to Clare, setting down on the stool next to her. "Here you go. Try not to drop anything." he said with a slight smirk, before retaking his seat.

Smirking back, Clare unzipped the bag and plucked out the first t-shirt she found, pulling it on with some effort. The shirt was dark grey and had the KISS logo on it, and while it was a good fit, it didn't quite cover her abdomen. "Heh... I got this back when I was in my proper teens," she murmurs, managing to tug it down to just under her solar plexus. "My shoulder width hasn't changed much, but... well." The wolf softly patted her chest, flushing deeply. "...Yeah."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al shrugged. "I can imagine that could be a problem. Personally, I can't see myself leading the same life if I was a female. Especially one who's a bit top-heavy." He said, lightly tapping the bench.

[Cifero Windtail]

Al shrugged. "I can imagine that could be a problem. Personally, I can't see myself leading the same life if I was a female. Especially one who's a bit top-heavy." He said, lightly tapping the bench.

Clare flushes softly and gives Al a drunken look. "They're not that big," she murmurs, lightly trying to swat at Al only to totally miss and nearly fall over her bag.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al quickly moved to catch her, but seeing that she was fine, relaxed. "I wasn't referring to you, but ok." He said, wondering where the food was.

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare righted herself, then glanced over at Al, a grin creeping onto her face. "Oh, of coursh," she murmurs, still very drunk. "You've probably seen a lot of well-endowed assassins in your time." She giggles softly.