Different ll Ivan and Destiny

She was in one of her moods, where she had to drink. Dressed in a Tank Top, and jeans, she didn't care if people saw her scars, her dagger on her arm, she drank a Brandy. She saw a guy stare at a scar that ran from her fore arm to her right, index finger, and shot him a glare. He quickly turned away, hastily starting a conversation with the guy next to him. She tossed her midnight black hair over her shoulder, and downed the last of her brandy. "Fire Whiskey." She ordered, shortly.

Once again Ivan headed out to The Golden Threstral. He could not stop the pain he felt deep inside and drinking was the only solution that he could think of it removed the pain for a little while. Though not enough to keep his thought from drifting to her.

Walking up to the bartender who happened to be the same one who he threatened on his last visit. 'This could be fun.' Ivan thought to himself.

"TWO BOTTLES OF FIRE WHISKEY STAT" He yelled over the crowd the bar tender stared at him but filled the request.

She raised an eeybrow at the dude that just walked in demanding for a fire whiskey. Well, two of them.

"You know, when I am in one of my moods, I am not that bad when I start." She calmly stated, making sure she had her dagger. She really didn't trust men while they were drinking.