22 Farenpotter [2]

The place reeked of cigarettes, something highly intoxicating, alcohol and sweat. Bodies were grinding against each other to the slow music playing.

Alistair dropped his glass of martini on the bar counter, and rested the side of his head on the hand propped up on the counter listening to the careless rambling of the adorable brunette in front of him.

The red haired man put on an attentive face, with his eyes trained on the ever moving lips of the lady in front of him.

"So you'd call yourself a traveler?" She asked, finally bringing the attention back to Alistair.

Alistair arched his ginger eyebrows, piqued at the sudden turn around of attention. The girl– Marionette, Alistair thought was her name had been ever so eager to keep the attention on her. Alistair was surprised she'd suddenly stopped talking about her lonely life and her demon cat.

Alistair replied. "I would, I'm the kind of person that loves to explore the world. There's so much beauty this world has to share to settle