RP:Nice try, Hudson

Summary Emilia, lost again, ends up at the Whaler's Bar in Cenril and runs into an old friend Hudson who she doesn't remember even though he remembers her. Drunken Hudson not only admits his crush on the Genasi, but attempts to kiss her...and fails.

Hudson sits by himself amid a small collection of empty glasses and fries that have been sitting out for a bit. His bleary-eyed gaze spans the room, idly lingering on the couple seated a few stools from him, exchanging the awkwardness pleasantries of a first date.

Emilia made her way into the building with an exhale of a breath, she’d finally found the tavern. However, the wrong tavern she was trying to find, the look on her snow white face spoke loud enough for the confusion. The map she’d been carrying was crumpled up into a ball and thrown aimless into the establishment with her frustration. As it was tossed the Genasi was whispering to herself, ‘idiot, cannot even follow a bloody map’.

Hudson finds that his gaze has settled on Emilia, and he swallows the handful of fries that he'd been chewing with no real dedication. "Emi," he calls across the space between them, his voice a touch hoarse from all the brown liquor he's gone through. "Emi," he calls again, managing to stand, though he grips the stool as the booze hits at once with the force of a sledge. Nope, not that drunk. Refuses to be. (He is.) "Hey! You OK?"

Emilia turned her gaze upon the drunken man calling out that name at her, like so many other people when she goes out into the public. A frosted brow raised for a brief moment while those bright blue eyes watched him carefully. Silence and a blank stare as the ice-woman tried to remember that face...that voice...nothing. Smoothing out her dress the barefooted Genasi crossed half the distance between them, “Excuse me, Sir. I believe the question is, Are you okay?” a pause, “And my name is Lia...”

Hudson doesn't think he's too drunk to have mistaken Emilia for someone else, and he supports himself on the stool and really looks at her as she approaches him. It's hard to focus when your mind's been set to liquefy by far too much alcohol. And yet she looks like Emilia, sounds like Emilia. Smells like Emilia, too, he realizes. Werewolf senses. Wish he didn't have them. Still, she's denying that she's Emilia, and that throws it all into disarray. He frowns. "Lia," he repeats. "Do you have a twin sister? You look like this woman I know, Emilia." He laughs, at himself, rakes a hand over his face. "I don't know, maybe I'm just really overly drunk at the moment. Sorry, if you're not her, my bad."

Dimae breaks the threshold of the venue with nary a sound, sidling past exiting customers with a disdainful glance for their stupor, well, jealous glance for their stupor. Clutching her battered satchel close the dwarf makes a beeline for a secluded seat, the gentle cadence of her heeled boots intensified by her squat nature and desire to get herself a dram of Cenril’s finest and catching up on the paper. Sundays. The conversing Elf and compatriot are for the most part ignored, mainly because Dim’s player didn’t come here to crash their party and is probably going to idle a wee bit!

Emilia shook her head sending those wild untamed curls, a trademark known to the little woman, into her face at his question, “No, twin.” Even drunk Hudson could not truly be fooled of who the snow-white maiden was. Continuing to stare at him from behind the curls, hiding her freckle dusted face with confusion written all over it, Lia tried to remember this man, really tried. “You seem to not be the only one that whom calls me Emi or Emilia, whoever that is. Sabrina tells me I am her, though...I just cannot remember...anything. I am sorry.”

Hudson is happy to unwittingly provide people watching for Dimae, and to that end widens his eyes as he looks at Emilia. Or Non-Emilia. "Lia." "OK," he says the word, but he doesn't really follow. He scratches the corner of his mouth, the confusion in his face mirroring hers. (He can hardly keep a poker face with all the booze he's imbibed.) And then suddenly Emilia validates him, and he exhales, keeping his balance as he reaches for his most recent (non-empty) glass of whiskey. "...OK," he says again, draining some of its contents. He considers her. "Well yeah, I mean, you look just like a woman I know named Emi is why," he tells her, riding a wave of drunkenness that inspires a great deal of candor. "You should be flattered. I had a big crush on her back in the day. Wait, you said you couldn't remember anything? Hold up."

Emilia could tell that the man had drank a good deal of liquor already, so as he reached for his glass still with some in it the little frozen lady reached to take the glass away from him before he could consume more of it. For not remembering the man she was still one that cared about people, even strange drunk men in the tavern she wasn’t looking for. “You -had- a crush on a woman named Emi? That is cute,” she managed as she tried to place his comment into use, but it wasn’t working well. The ice-lady was almost like a goldfish when it came to remembering anything. “Correct, I cannot remember a thing. I keep trying and nothing. Everywhere I go people know me. They wave and greet me with friendly smiles and ask me questions...all of which I have no answers to give them, let alone do I remember who they are to even properly address them in return.”

Hudson is fairly easily robbed of his glass, and hiccups in response. He clutches a fist to his mouth. "Excuse me," he exhales. Emilia's predicament is a bit much to process when already floating on a sea of alcohol, and he waves her to be seated in the stool beside his. Mostly he just wants to sit himself. He does so, with some clumsy difficulty. "Well, Lia," he concludes, like the decisive drunk person he is, "You are probably Emilia suffering from amnesia. Can I buy you a drink? Although it would be more in my interest to perhaps not, I'll fill you in about your life."

Emilia would climb up into a bar stool next to the drunken man after he had taken a seat himself. “I think that you should start drinking some water if anything. I also do not wish to hear another person tell me who I am and what I do and where I am supposed to be and what I am supposed to know and who I am to remember. It really does get rather annoying when everyone else knows me, expect me. One day at a time. I cannot even recall ever coming to this city before, but something tells me I have been here a few times.”

Hudson has a good laugh over Emilia's suggestion that he try to sober up. "Yeah I probably should!" he agrees, waving the bartender over. "Water for me, and whatever she wants," he says, before directing the brunt of his attention on Emilia once more. "Cheers to being sick of it, I can get behind that," he adds, nudging her with his elbow. Their drinks arrive, and he drinks from the well of his water glass in the manner of someone appeasing another (in this case, Emilia). He gazes at Emilia and a silence cuts the space between them. "You are so cute when you're drunk and confused. Or I'm drunk and you're confused. I have better game than this usually, I'm just wasted."

Emilia had ordered a water for herself, she didn’t drink or did she? The glass as it arrived was held in a hand after a sip had been taken from it, however, that was the only drink she took before it started to freeze over in her grasp. “I am not drunk? You are drunk...” she half whispered, “I am only slightly confused...it happens on the daily as of late, nothing new...” It would be nice to not be for once. Shaking her head as her gaze shifted from him to the crowd around them, “You really shouldn’t drink to the point you are confused and wasted.”

Hudson offers Emilia a grin that suggests little remorse. "Probably not," he agrees, in the tone of someone who's not all that concerned with his own conduct at the moment. He reaches over her and and takes her frozen over water glass. Sets it down on the bar counter. "You do that sometimes," he informs her. "Freeze things, I mean. It's cute." And on that note, he strokes her shoulder and leans forward, bridging the small space between them to kiss her directly on the mouth.

Emilia did not stop Hudson as he took away her glass of frozen water to set it on the bar top, but the moment that he started to lean closer the Genasi started to lean away from him. People in her bubble of personal space gave the little woman one heck of a panic since the accident and waking up without a memory in the world. As such, his attempt at a kiss was met with the ice-woman knocking herself off the stool and onto the floor below before any such contact would be made. He was close though, so close. “I should probably get going...” Lia stammered with a panic in her voice, even though she was trying to clam herself down.

Hudson in that case totally air balls that attempted make out. It takes him a second to realize what's happened. Nope, he did not succeed in kissing Emilia. He looks at her, in a pile of limbs on the floor, and takes a second to piece it together. Well, he'd been rejected in harsher ways. Hard to feel much sadness over that when your mood is buoyed by alcohol. "Sorry, misread that," he says, shrugging it off and considering her. "Do you need help getting up?"

Emilia appeared as a pile of limbs and wild curls on he floor staring up at the man with one startled look upon that freckled face of hers. “I’m fine...” more stammering as the ice woman got herself up off the floor and dusted off her dress quickly. Another glance was given to her left wrist where a fresh silvery-blue line of healing flesh ran from bone up six inches, good she’d not split open the wound after having the stitches removed. “I think you need to sober up, Sir. I feel like you will find a bit more enjoyment out of the world around if you when your brain is working correctly. I really should be going before I’m found missing again.”

Hudson is grateful that Emilia can get up on her own because his sense of balance could stand to be improved in this moment. He offers Emilia a sheepish smile for her admonishment. "Yeah, OK," he says to her, waving it off. "I'll sober up tomorrow." He lifts his water glass and drinks, for her benefit. Look, sobering up! "Can't blame a guy for trying," he says over the lip of the glass. "Good luck remembering who you are. See you, Emi."

Emilia could not help it, she giggled at his comment over the glass he was drinking from, the sound like ice clinking against a glass. Oddly he was a bit funny while drunk and trying to impress her. “Lia, the name is Lia.” She would correct him with a stern tone before turning to leave, “Sober up and take care....You.” Ah, she couldn’t remember his name to save her life and he’d not been nice enough to give it to her during their encounter. Oh, well. A polite wave and the small woman of ice was weaving her back to the door and out to get lost again.

Hudson scratches at a day's worth of stubble. "Hudson," he calls after her, lifting a hand to wave at her as she goes.