The bar was everything Tik could have hoped it would be, and then some. The Hornet was a cultural hive of good music being sung by awful cover bands, the bar stools were stuck to the floor by the power of dried beer. It smelled like someone, or perhaps several someones had died and been left there during the summer heat.
Tik's usually bored expression carried a flicker of interest as she took a step in, her mini-braids were all pulled back into a comfortably loose pony tail, her bright green eyes glanced about. She was about to set her second footfall down when the bouncer called her back.
"Hey lady, you can't bring your dog into the bar. No pets." He looked apologetic, and Tik forgave him. She had forgotten all about Ben. Her eyes set down upon the rather small red heeler dog. The animal was looking back up at her with an expression that could only have been embarrassment. He shook himself and his collar jangled, briefly exposing the silver cross. She knelt down and rubbed the dog's head. "Sorry sir, Ben'll just wait outside, won't he?" Tik asked, but somehow her voice sounded more rhetorical than anything.
Tik smiled as the dog gave her one last look and turned to pad himself outside where he gave the guard a reproachful look and walked off. Barely anyone had taken notice, and those that had, well, most of their attention was on Tik herself and not the animal.
It was no wonder why they looked at her, she had beautiful bronze skin and green eyes that popped (didn't help that she was wearing faint gold eyeliner that made them even more vibrant). Her beautiful dark brown hair was braided in close rows on her scalp before pulled into a lost ponytail. It was about medium length, and when inspected closely, there were tiny beads braided into the hair. Tik ran her hands down her sides, her arms covered in fingerless red button-down gloves, her comfortable jeans were loose, but still showed every aspect that was woman.
Her shirt was more or less a functioning corset with a glorified bra. The rope strings exposed her belly and she smiled. She crossed the room with an unnaturally fluid motion before sitting easily on the bar stool and tapped it - though she already had the bartender's attention.
"Hi, I'm waiting for a friend, and we'll order a Jack with Coke and... " Tik appeared to be thinking, "Whatever the most potent drink you have is. Work on Monday, and it's going to be hell." She gave him a wink before smiling, "Thanks ahead of time."
The bartender just looked at her before shrugging, it wasn't his job to ask questions of the customers, and he was there to lend an ear if they happened to talk. He threw the towel over his shoulder, he might as well be a psychiatrist.
Tik had been sitting relaxed, one elbow on the bar top, the hand attached was palm-up, and fit her chin perfectly. As she settled onto it, her senses went on alert. After all, she wasn't just here on pleasure despite the... her eyes winced as the band hit a particularly bad sharp note. All of the sudden her body language changed, her eyes darted towards the door as a remarkably handsome man strode in. His messy blonde hair was tossed about as if he'd been running - or just had a good romp in the sheets. In other words, every woman in the place had eyes on him.
Everyone in the place stop talking for a moment to look at him, then back to whatever they were discussing as the blonde looked up and spotted Tik. He lifted his hand as a welcome, which she ignored. Luckily she could turn her attention to the drink that had just been place in front of her. The man sat down next to her, and he reached out a hand to grasp the Jack with Coke. He took a sip and looked around before talking to her.
"Tik, Tiiik, the band is awful," he whined at her as they hit a series of poorly played notes. In fact, the man looked as though he would rather jump on stage and strangle the musicians than sit there and listen.
"Calm down Ben, you have no taste," Tik teased in her monotone voice, she fingered the drink, dipping her finger and swirling the multicolored poison around before sucking the alcohol off. She looked over at Ben as he whimpered again and slammed his head down onto the bar top.
Tik just grinned and tossed back her drink.