Two's company! [PIOTR!]

[HAZEL MOORE]

[atrb=border,0,true] "Harvest Goddess...." The spring day had been rather lovely. The sun rose among the tree lines and quickly began to make it's way into the sky above. The morning fog was quickly burned away, replacing the world in a warm embrace. Hazel had worked hard that day. With the new season coming about, she needed to make sure her fields were ready for plowing as well as getting the barn cleaned up for some animals. It had taken hours to finally get the barn to where she wanted it, even long yet to get part of the field weeded and plowed. It would take the rest of the week, if not longer, to get the large field into shape. Regardless, it had been a fruitful day and Hazel was content with her work. By the time the sun began to make it's descent Hazel retreated into her house to wash up. A nice long shower followed by some lotion and a fresh coat of nail polish and the short woman was looking nice and feminine. Unlike most nights, where she found herself retreated to the comfort of her own bed right after dinner, Hazel had plans. Such plans included a trip to the Tavern to meet up with a friend. It had been awhile since the two had arranged to get together, and the idea of a break in between hard work was lovely. Strolling along the town's street, Hazel felt fine in her five-inch heels which added some much needed height to the woman's frame. A tight dark pink dress with black trimming hugged her frame. Swinging a small person from her small hands, Hazel felt like she was on top of the world. Yeah, the dress was low cut and showed off her assets, just like she wanted. It was always fun to tease her gentlemen friends. Entering the tavern Hazel wasn't able to find Piotr on her first glance. Taking their usual place on the bar she ordered herself a draft beer. Opening a tab, she put her hand purse down and began to sip at the tall glass. Turning her body towards the gather crowd her blue eyes scanned the mingling people in hopes of seeing her friends. OOC: o3o Get this lady drunk!

[PIOTR CASSELL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] The sluggish doctor hadn't even pried himself from his sheets until the crack of noon. He'd honestly forgotten where he'd fallen asleep, a little surprised to find himself laying on a cheap cot in his office, wrapped in scratchy, thin sheets of fabrics that somehow managed to pass for "blankets." With the sun already high in the afternoon sky, light filtered in through the shades of the back window. Yes. It was time to get up. As much as the man didn't want to. Unlike the productive young pinkette, his day was spent dragging himself about the clinic, trying to keep himself busy with everything that didn't need to be done. He needed to order books and magazines for the front, to buy more peppermints for hand out seeing as how he'd already eaten the first two shipments, make more medicine, and to get more paper for... paperwork. But really? How important was any of that? He had his beds. Sheets. Medicines, needles, equipment. He was satisfied. Slinking out the front door in the same manner a rebellious child might run away from home, he yet again abandoned his work to stroll about the streets of the city with a limp cigarette pressed between his lips. He wasted time in the plaza, checking in the windows of the houses in the residential area, and taking random photographs of whatever he could find. He managed to waste the entire day away before making his way toward the tavern, which, somehow, he'd managed to forget he was even supposed to be meeting anyone at. Putting out his cigarette and tossing it aside, he pressed a hand to the door and stepped slowly inside, recognizing Hazel instantly. She was never difficult to spot, those soft pink curls were a giveaway no matter how crowded an area was. Allowing her to remain distracted by the nearby group, he slipped around to sit beside her as quietly as possible, moving as stealthily as a cat in his attempt to avoid her detection. Once he'd settled beside the girl gold eyes turned to rest on her, his fingers tapping the counter to signal he was ready for his usual drink. She was very well dressed up for a trip to the bar. Was she planning only to have one or two drinks? He doubted she'd make in home in heels like that if she were tipsy. It might be fun to see though. Closing his eyes he gave a soft hum, a soft smile playing at his lips. The thought of the alcohol soon to come was already putting him in a great mood. Piotr waited patiently for his drink to be brought to him, seemingly ignoring the girl beside him for now. 457 HAZEL OF COURSE HE'S GOING TO GET HER DRUNK

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[HAZEL MOORE]

[atrb=border,0,true] "Booze!" Over the old stereo system a song played that Hazel swore she could recognize. Over the hum of the crowd, the familiar tune whispered in her ears. Trying to pick up lyrics between drunken laughter and the clattering of plates and cups was almost impossible. Hazel was half tempted to stand up and yell for everyone to be quiet, just so she could get the name of the song. Of course, that would be a fruitless endeavor. Deciding to ignore whatever song was playing Hazel was content to go back to sipping on the beer. With the bubbly froth playing at her upper lip the young woman could only imagine how she looked. All dressed up with no date and a bubble mustache. How out of place she must look among the ranchers of the town. It was whatever, of course, you can't stop a woman from thinking she looks stunning if she wanted to. Lost in the slowly dying fizz of her beer Hazel completely and totally didn't notice her friend arrive. His quiet way of entry as well as the sneaky way of sitting behind her didn't help either. At this time, if Hazel had a watch she'd sure as hell be checking it. "Where the hell is Piotr?" She muttered under her breathe turning around in such a way that made it impossible to see the figure behind her. 'That man better not stand me up. I'll go hunt him down at that clinic of his....' Hazel thought, turning around in her bar stool so abruptly she almost knocked herself off while trying not to bang her legs into the man next to her. Just as she was about to mutter out some apology Hazel recognized the face of who was besides her. "Piotr Cassell!" Hazel exclaimed loudly as she crossed her arms over her chest. "How long have you been sitting there, watching me look for you? Sometimes I swear I could just..." Her voice trailed off in laughter. "You're an odd man, you know that?" Taking a long swig of her drink Hazel finished up what was left in the large mug. Setting it down loudly she waved her hand at the bar tender, motioning for him to refill it. While the man took her cup Hazel turned her body back towards Piotr. With her knees mere centimeters from his body she flashed a big lopsided smile. "So, how's your day been thus far? Didn't forget about lil' ol' me, right?" She teased, sticking out her tongue. "Besides, you're already a drink behind me. Better catch up. OOC: Rambling, is rambly.