RP:Talking At The Bar with Phaedra... Again

Hanging Corpse Tavern

Pilar was sitting at the piano, playing a sad but soothing song. The tavern wasn't very full, so it wasn't a great time for tips, but there she was, playing anyway. Anytime was a good time for practice, at least. She was dressed in her usual white blouse and yellow dress, with white stockings and gold-colored shoes. She looked very cute, and out of place amongst the few patrons who were there, all dressed in blacks and dark tones.

Phaedra made her way straight to the bar a certain quickness to her steps. Taking a seat she leaned in to say something to the barmaid then waited patiently for the female to pour the drink. Hearing the tune being played she recognised the music style and turning to see who played she was glad to see Pilar. Phaedra wasn't in the happiest mood but she hadn't seen the woman for a while and beckoned for her to come join her.

Pilar saw Phaedra by the bar and offered her a nod. She wondered if the seer knew what had happened between her and Artia. And if she knew, if she was angry with her, and she was beckoning her over to knock her block off. Pilar finished playing her song and got up. Her tip cup was empty, so she just left it and went to Phaedra's side. "H-Hi..." she murmured.

Phaedra gave pilar a full lipped smile as she knew what had been going on, it would seem there really wasn't much that could be hidden from the female vamp. "No need to look so nervous lovely......You know I care for you as a friend so just get over here and join me in a drink......I might as well drink as it seems the so called man of my life is never around!" Fixing her crimson hair she told the barmiad to make a drink for pilar then turning her indigo gaze to the woman she'd be able to see the sadness in the vampires eyes.

Pilar frowned, but sat down next to Phaedra. "I'm sorry to hear that," she said, sincerely. She thanked the barmaid when her drink arrived, and sipped at it before putting a hand on Phaedra's shoulder. She didn't know what to say. She was still dealing with her own heartache, how could she offer comfort? She had no words.

Phaedra couldn't cheer herself up. "Do you think he's ok? All I've done is worry about him?" A single tear rolled down her left cheek, it was obvious she was worried about him.

Pilar moved her hand to the other shoulder and gave Phaedra a hug. "I'm sure he's alright... He seemed to me like a strong, capable man." Not that she knew Eliason all that well, but it was true enough.

Phaedra let the Pilar comfort her, finding her affection most needed at this moment. "Isn't it sad how we all look for love? And yet every time its in our lives we always suffer.....Love hurts more than any other emotion...." Taking a sip from the glass she sighed softly as she wiped away the tear.

Pilar nodded. "I know..." Oh, boy, did she ever know. She found herself still wondering if she'd done the right thing, ending it with Artia. The witch had made her so happy... But they just weren't any good for each other, she knew that now. She took a sip of her own drink.