Ember vs Tarble [Forum/Planet Spar] (COMPLETE)

Ember looked around once again at the kegs, and stared for a moment. Did she really want to try beer? The smell had always put her off - if she drank anymore, she would surely become so inebriated that she wouldn't even be able to fly herself home correctly.

Decisions were hard.

She thus, decided to turn away from the tittering crowds, and walk towards the bar, her intention clear - if she was going to continue drinking, it wouldn't be weak lager filled mostly with suds - she would spend her hard-earned Zeni on a stiff drink - one that would no doubt take away the hardships she had dealt with after Raven had decided to join the PTO. The ensuing argument that she had had with Nappa had left her infuriated, and she had decided it would be best to just take time for herself while he went on his next mission at the Lunar Base for work.

She stumbled slightly towards, the bar, her vision slightly blurry - she was still able to see the bartender, throwing bottles around as if he were a juggler showing off his tricks at a renaissance fair.

What would it be? Vodka, Scotch, Whiskey?

Maybe she would have all three.

The bar was nearly five feet away from Ember - she was so close that she could taste the cool liquor on her tongue.

Her reward was swiftly interrupted by beer splashing down her front, soaking into the white dress that she had donned for this occasion - one of her favorite dresses. It took a moment to register just how cold the drink was, and the feeling of it sliding down her shirt and sticking to her chest like sickly sweet honey. Somehow, it had managed to splash onto her hands as well, and she stood, frozen for a moment, as she looked down and took in just how bad the stain was.

Ember wasn't an angry drunk - she wasn't the type to start bar fights, or lose her temper - her counterpart served to do those things enough.

She was, however, a crybaby - drunk or not. Tears sprung to the corners of her eyes as she took in the sight, wondering if she would be able to get the dark amber stain from the ivory or if she would have to simply throw it out - which she really didn't want to do. She loved this dress - it was one of the first she had bought when she first arrived on Earth, and one that she took great care in wearing for her own pleasure.

She took a deep, shaky breath, looking at the person who had spilled it on her, and blinking, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as she tried to come up with words to say - and to avoid the tears from overflowing.

Her dress. Her poor dress.

"I...I am sorry."

The apology made her feel a bit better - but her dress was still ruined, and she was trying so desperately not to start crying. She lifted her sticky hands, and wiped her tears from her face with her index and middle fingers, before sniffling slightly, her words slurring as she spoke.

"No, it's... okay... I-I'm sorry."

Why was she apologizing for him spilling beer onto her? She heard Raven tsk in the back of her head - her darker side was desperately trying to get her to break the habit, to learn to not apologize for her machinations - no matter what they might have been; but, the small noise of disapproval caused the dam to break, and tears started flowing down Ember's cheeks. She used the back of her hands to wipe them as they came, trying her best not to seem weak. She didn't want to cause a scene, and it wasn't going to serve her well to do so with so many around.

"S-Sorry, I-I'm f-fine, th-this is j-just my favorite d-d-dress."

The words were accentuated by hiccups - a combination of crying so heavily, as well as the significant amount of wine that she had ingested not even twenty minutes prior.

Stop crying, you're such a baby.

"You still look beautiful, and the stains match your hair."

The words that seemingly tumbled from the male's lips made her pause - her eyes dilated, and she blinked furiously, trying to process his words. A small blush formed over her cheeks as she wiped away the tears that had now simply stopped. The compliment had been... sweet, but also... kind of silly. She couldn't stop the small giggle that fell from her mouth, and soon turned into a full blown chortle.

Then, she snorted.

She snorted.

The sound made her giggle even harder, and she covered her face in embarrassment as her laughs died down.

"I... thank you. That's really sweet of you - I - It's f-fine, I can just buy a new one."

Suddenly, she didn't feel so bad about her dress being ruined. She took the napkins he had offered to her, and used one of her hands to pull the fabric down and begin to dab at the stains, attempting to pull as much of the liquid from the fabric as she could from it. The tugging of her fabric only served to show more of her cleavage - but, the Fae folk never cared much about nudity - Ember, however was always quite shy about it - unless she was drunk.

Ember looked at the male in front of her as she continued dabbing at her dress; he was about eye-level with her, with shaggy black hair that seemed to stick up at all ends. He had an optimistic look about him, seemingly accentuated by dark, thick eyebrows. He was attractive - no denying that, especially considering how fiercely she was blushing - and that made her want to learn more about him, in general.

"Ummm, excuse me, miss, your dress is about to come down."

The words were soft, barely audible, but it was enough for her to indeed realize just how far she had tugged the fabric down in an attempt to dab the stain completely from her dress. She immediately tugged it back up - if her face had been pink before, it was now crimson.

"I-I'm sorry about that - I'm... kind of... tipsy." The last word was followed by another giggle, and she briefly recognized that now she sounded like the woman that she had noticed earlier slapping her companion's chest and fawning over him. She hoped she didn't come across like that, and instead prompted to give the male in front of her an introduction.

A very timid introduction.

"I-I'm Ember."

Ember balked slightly at his age, but didn't let it show - he was only eighteen? It was strange to her, but she supposed that as far as things went for herself, being twenty-six was about the same. Fae stopped the aging process around thirty, so... maybe they were the same age? She shook off the thought, and smiled at him warmly - which may have seemed like a smirk because of how difficult it felt to control her facial features; the myriad of emotions combined with her inebriation was only serving to make communication difficult - but she still wanted another drink.

Tarble explained that his master told him to go get a drink, and about his mishap with being knocked into by another person. That made sense, but she was curious - who did he train with? Only one way to find out.

"Well, I'm here because I heard about the wine-tasting from a flyer - I wanted to see if the wine in the human realm was as strong as in-" She cut herself off. Should she reveal that she was one of the Fae this quickly? "Well, I wanted to see if it was any good."

She decided to ask her own question, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Who are you training with? I've trained with a few Masters on Earth, but... the one I'm training with now is..." She curled her lip, thinking about all of the various ways that Roshi had groped her, sexualized her... she really wished she could knock some sense into him.