Bar

@Jung Yunho Emilia grinned happily and nodded at the stranger’s response as the bartender slid her order over before working on the one the male had selected. His choice was a bit unusual for most of the men she knew but that honestly just piqued her interest. In her experience, especially when sitting next to a woman, guys typically tried to drink the most masculine beverage available despite how it tasted but he seemed to be going more for the pleasure of it. If she was honest she would admit that she was a little impressed by it but of course she wasn’t going to tell him that. Instead she just shifted in her seat to better face him and lightly sipped on her drink through the narrow red straw.

It was hard to tell where he was from just by looking and listening to him but she tried to look for clues anyway. Her eyes sparkled as she narrowed them playfully at him and shook her head. “No need to thank me. Maybe some time when I’m in your favorite bar you can return the favor.” She replied with a light chuckle. “Ahh, I see. ‘Yunho’, right?” Emilia repeated it carefully, enjoying the way it rolled off of her tongue. “I’m Emilia but you can call me ‘Em’ or ‘Hey you.’ I’ll answer to almost anything, really.” The woman chuckled as she placed her pale hand in his and shook it, not even pausing as he questioned her familiarity. “Maybe. I have been in a few movies and this TV series called ‘Game of Thrones’ if you’ve heard of it.”

@Jung Yunho The woman sat comfortably in her stool, a light smile tugged at her full red lips as she enjoyed the overall ambience of the space. Emilia glanced first to her left over her shoulders, noting the empty stool there as well as the small crowd that was slowly starting to gather in the bar’s interior. As she casually swept her gaze to the right she noticed a handsome man had taken up the spot that had been vacant there. Her gentle blue green eyes immediately gave him a once over, admiring the cut and wear on his leather coat before she noticed the somewhat stressed tone in his voice along with the slight discomfort of his features. After listening into the conversation for a few seconds she realized what the problem was and felt a need to try and help the situation if she could.

“Hi, hello.” She called quietly to the male at first, raising her hand in a small wave as a warm and expressive smile encompassed her visage. The woman knew very well she probably couldn’t speak his language but she was going to give communication a try anyway. “Maybe I can help.” Emilia leaned in closer to him innocently, trying to match his eyeline before she looked from him to the board and pointed. “Can you show me which one?” It was her first attempt but she had a back up plan in case that failed and she was glad that she had fully charged her phone in case she needed it to help the dashing gentleman.

@Jung Yunho Low classic rock played overhead, setting the calm and yet somehow still edgy atmosphere that seemed to permeate every square inch of the bar. Warm lighting, deep earthen tones and dark lacquered wooden pieces added to the ambience and made the place feel almost like the pubs which were its obvious forebears back in England. For those reasons, The Whispering Rhino Bar had become Emilia’s go to place when she needed a drink or just something to remind her of home. Even the ludicrous name seemed to somehow fit all too perfectly with what she could have wanted for such a place and just saying it aloud brought a smile to her face.

Clad in her favorite pair of navy blue denim jeans, a flirtatious red blouse, combat boots and a black leather motorcycle jacket, the brunette seemed as much a part of the establishment as anything else. Her long mocha colored hair was tied back in a loose braid that hung midway down her back and swayed like a pendulum when she walked. Emilia felt good and looked good as she made her way to the nearest empty stool and climbed up into it, her small stature making it impossible to touch the ground and only the tips of her boots grazed the bottom rung of the seat when she sat fully against the back. Even so she was quite comfortable there and waved to the bartender, signaling for the man to bring her her usual as she waited and hummed lightly along with whatever 80’s classic that had been selected on the jukebox. It was going to be a good night.

/steals the V card