Hello! This'll be one part of a multi-part story, using Nyotalia characters. I hope you all enjoy our lovely lesbians!
She could remember when she turned twenty-one, clear as day, a pretty little picture that sat nicely in the corner of her stress addled mind. Anneliese hadn't felt any older than twenty that day, or even older than eighteen. It was like that funny little story, where that preteen girl talks about how she feels twelve and eleven and ten and all of that silly stuff. Despite that, she was able to drink, and (apparently) her friends would be damned if she didn't get to celebrate her twenty-first birthday with some fun. They'd come in a group of perhaps half a dozen, the mob of kids who'd immigrated to the United States all around the same time, growing up in the same nameless town, meshed in with the same nameless faces. Somehow, it'd just come down to her and another girl, Anya was her name, if that was correct. It wasn't the most expected outcome, the two ladies, one short and dark haired, and the other tall and light haired, near opposites in that matter.
"What do you recommend, again? Erm, goodness, my apologies Anya, my head is just a bit, scrambled." Speaking in an apologetic voice, it didn't take long for the other to pick her head up from her phone, moony expression melting away after a moment or two of concentration.
"Ah- You like sweet things, yes?" Her English was slow, thickly accented as she watched her friend. "Then, I would not recommend what I usually get." Shrugging, she pointed a finger over at the bar, pointing at one of the tall bottles of vodka. "Vodka, tonic and lemon, very good!" Grinning now, she shuffled through her pockets, fishing out an ID. "Don't tell- I'm a month or two short, but I just had it, tweaked a bit."
"Devious-" Commenting dryly, she fished her own ID out of her clutch, tucking it into her hand as she waved a hand. "Come on then, shake a leg, let's get something to drink."
"Yes, let's!" A cheery voice ended the brief conversation, Anya gripping Anneliese's hand as they wove through the center area, avoiding a few dancing couples as they did. As they got closer to the bar, the smell of liquor started to sting Anneliese's noise, and she snorted in a rather unladylike fashion, much to her disdain. Anya however, seemed rather unaffected, and she couldn't help but be terribly jealous of that immediate tolerance. Though, having known Anya since she was sixteen years old, it was well known among their little group, that she had been drinking long before she left Moscow with her sister and brother.
They both took a seat at the bar, a plain looking man with a scrawny build tossing a silver tumbler behind his back. Waving a hand now, a clear drink being slid over to a man a few seats away, and suddenly, his attention was on the two ladies.
"And, what can I get you two tonight?" There was a bored smile on his face, and he rested a hand on the bar, biting his lip.
"Vodka and tonic, and plenty of lemon."
"A lemon drop-"
"Can do ladies, ID's?" In response, both held up their ID's, the bartender nodding after he'd peered at them for a moment. "Coming right up."
As the man turned away, Anneliese quietly took the time to observe the patrons of the club, clever violet eyes surfing over the crowd. Most of the people dancing or chatting were strangers, though Anneliese could spot Anri, another one of their group, sweet little mouth curled up in a smile as she and her brother Lars conversed. Glued at the hip, they were.
Over in another corner, Antonio was happily dancing his heart out, hips moving a bit and arms raised above his head as he somehow kept a decent rhythm all on his own.
"Anneliese, Anneliese!" Anya was suddenly prodding her arm, and she twisted around, greeted by a round cheeked, smiling face, Anya reaching up to adjust the barrette in her hair. "Our drinks, they're ready."
"Oh- thank you." Not having much to say in the matter, Anneliese turned back just as the door to the club opened once again, a few more people entering. "This looks good." Speaking softly now, she took her drink as Anya took hers.
"Cheers!" Chirping happily, glasses were clinked, and Anya immediately took a long sip, licking her lips idly as the muscled young woman set her glass down. Anneliese wasn't ready to drink quite yet. Staring down at the pale yellow drink in the sugar rimmed glass, she let out a sigh, staring twenty-one years down in the reflection of her drink.
Feeling like a little girl, Anneliese raised her glass to her lips, taking a short sip. Sweet and sour exploding over her tongue, she shivered, watching Anya casually sip at her drink.
"Lucky-"
"Huh? What do you mean Anneliese?"
"You have such an easy time with your drinks." Pointing out Anya's glass, a hint of a pout slid onto her lips. In her opinion at least, it was a tad attractive, how the other could so easily converse and drink in these bar scenarios, even with occasionally garbled English and a nasty case of nerves. Anneliese however, simply froze unless someone else was leading her along.
Speaking of attraction, Anneliese knew perfectly well about her ranged attraction. Honestly, she wasn't sure what to call it, whether it was homosexuality, or bisexuality; either way, she had quite the preference for women. They were so much softer, at least in her opinion. Something about smooth skin and soft faces was so enchanting, enough to make her heart flutter and eyes grow dim with desire.
Really, it was hard to pay attention with thoughts like those, and with her mind of and floating in dreamland, it was a hell of a surprise to hear a rough voice speak right next to her ear.
"Well, hello there beautiful." The words made her jump, nearly spilling drink all over her laugh. She let out a yelp, and Anneliese was rewarded with a snicker from the anonymous voice trickling into her ear. "You and your friend seemed a little lonely, so I thought I'd say hello."
"I can assure you, that we weren't lonely. But, you're welcome to sit." Anneliese hadn't looked at the woman yet, gaze glued straight ahead, and left hand gripping the stem of her drink. The other woman sat, and Anneliese finally looked over.
On first instinct, the Austrian woman thought she was looking at a ghost, but it was obvious that this woman was simply an albino. Long hair was partially hidden in a black knit cap, though if she looked closely, she could see one side was shaved neatly, the rest of her long locks on the other side. This strange woman was dressed nicely, though business slacks and a deep red tank top was a bit unorthodox in Anneliese's eyes.
"So, what's your name, sweets? I can't call you that forever." The woman flashed an easy smile, and Anneliese noticed the bright blue braces on her teeth, and immediately found it rather charming, almost cute.
"Anneliese, Anneliese Edelstein." She replied easily to the other, bracing her elbow on the counter, looking back to see that Anya had abandoned her, and was currently giggling next to some scrawny blonde kid, and chirping in (loud) broken English. "And you? I'd hate to have you be a stranger, if you're going to be so friendly." Starting to loosen up herself, Anneliese chuckled.
"Julia. Julia Beilschmidt, it's nice to meet you!" Julia stuck out her hand at that, and Anneliese gently gripped her hand, giving it a few shakes, before pulling away. "You have a nice name, but it's a Hell of a mouthful. Do you mind if I call you Anne?"
"No." Anneliese nearly interrupted the other, but managed to squeak it out as she finished. "I've gotten so sick of being called Anne, everyone does it, and I've told them enough. Anna, or Annie, I like those better."
"Can do, Annie! I like the sound of those better, now that ya say it." Julia grinned, and nodded, before gesturing at Anneliese's lemon drop, and turning to order a rum and coke for herself. "Hey, do you mind if I buy your next drink? First impressions are important you know." There was a wink, and Anneliese flushed pink, eyes going a bit wider.
"Oh, erm.. If I get to having another.. Alright? Promise." A soft smile now, and Anneliese took a long sip of her sweet drink, seeing it was now half empty. "So, Julia, do you live around here? I'm curious, since I've never seen you in the supermarkets and whatnot."
"Hell yeah! I'm actually a bit new to the neighborhood, moved in about two weeks ago. I went out to try and see the nightlife since I just finished unpacking." Grinning triumphantly, Julia took a sip of her own drink, crossing her legs.
"Well, congratulations." Anneliese smiled in return, a few more long sips making her drink vanish down her throat. "So, about that drink..? I think I'm ready for it." Chuckling, the dark haired woman tapped her nails against the counter, before checking for any chips in the dark blue polish. Finding none, she glanced back at the other.
"Sure thing! Bartender, another lemon drop, please! Special for the lady." Winking at Anneliese, Julia elicited a blush from the dark haired woman, who swiftly ducked her head. "Oh, don't be shy. I can really be embarrassing if you'd like." A small smirk, but she didn't continue to fluster the other, leaning over to give Anneliese's shoulders a few pats.
"What time is it? I have class tomorrow, so I can't be out too late." Sighing, Anneliese regretted not bringing a watch, but at least Julia was friendly enough.
"Time for you to get a watch." Grinning, Julia brought her wrist up despite that, checking the time. "Half past eleven, so, a bit late."
"Oh-! I should get home then! I'm terribly sorry.. But my class starts at nine, and it's just, not a good time to be staying out until two." An apologetic smile, and Anneliese hurried to finish her drink, feeling just a tad dizzy when she finished. "Anya-! It's time to go! We have class!" The pale haired woman perked up, nodding and giving her a big thumb's up.
"Can I get a hug before you go? A little goodbye present for the both of us?" Chuckling, Julia got to her feet, holding out her hands and helping Anneliese up. When the other nodded, Julia pulled her into her arms, giving her a tight squeeze, and laughing when Anneliese returned the hug.
"I'm sorry to cut our little meeting short, but I really do need to go." Pulling away now, Anneliese waved goodbye, catching Anya's arm and linking arms with her. The pair hurried out, and out to hail a cab. Dizzy and a little bit giddy, the pair made it back to the campus in plenty of time, heading to their dorm.
It wasn't until she changed into her pajamas, that Anneliese found Julia's number, tucked neatly into her back pocket.
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