Hopefully I won't wake up this time ¦ Mac

[Lyra Horváth]

Early June 2028

Calan Mai had turned out to be a disaster. Sure she had gotten paid handsomely, but she wasn't sure the sacrafice she had made with her mental health was quite worth it all. She had spent the minimum amount of time out and about around the festvial as laid down in her contract, but still, it hadn't been a good time. The first night had been stifled and boring, no fun. And then the second night when she had ran into her mate, well that was hell on earth. Swilling her drink on the marble counter top of the bar se sat at, she pondered that thought for moment; could she even call him her mate if he had left her for someone else?

Logically no, probably not. He was dead to Lyra now, or he may as well be for the all longing ache in her chest that served as a constant remainder of her loneliness. No, there was no denying biology and whatever else fucked up magic had inspired their bond in the first place. Fate was a cruel bitch that Lyra had never liked.

Glancing around the bustling bar, she was unsure of whether she was glad for the company or not. She was on a down period for a month or so before the Duelling season began in Australia and she'd attend for the opens. Her publicist Rhoda had played it off, penned it as a time for rest and relaxation. In reality it was a time for her to be alone with her thoughts, and to just suffer through her transformations as the moon waxed and waned. Not always a good thing. Coming the 96th had helped in the way it usually did, she could sit at the bar and switch off her mind. Could people watch and drink herself into oblivion and hopefully into some sort of a black out sleep. Nibbling her lip, she raised just one finger at the bar staff and they moved to start making her another old fashioned.

Her dark ringed eyes darted to the host before glancing around the booths, seeing if anyone halfway entertaining was in tonight. Maybe she could call Jack in to play her a private gig.

@mac

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Mac was meeting friends later at The 96th, but he arrived early. He always did -- people watching was something he enjoyed. He liked to guess what their stories were, their dreams, their reason for being there. It was easy to take in the scene, sitting at the marble bar and waiting for his mates. 

His eyes settled on someone down the bar though. Someone who looked slightly familiar. Long hair, a pretty face... there was something. He had met a lot of people being a healer, especially a healer who appears 'on the go' to various creature related incidents. She probably was just someone he saved from a feral flobberworm or something. 

He saw her raise a finger, ordering another drink. He hadn't ordered one yet, so it seemed a good opportunity. He walked over to her, settling into a seat to chairs down. He glanced at her, "any drink recommendations?"

Lyra Horváth