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Starrk/Harribel

"You don't look like a bar kind of lady, if you don't mind me saying that is."

Blue eyes lifted themselves away from the half glass she had in one hand, where she was using only her fingertips to hold the rim of the cup, and gradually shifted over towards the deep voice. She carefully examined the dark-haired man seated next to her... she didn't even notice him take the empty seat to her right; his semi-long strands fell loose around his ears in slightly curled locks while a heavy scruff covered his heavy jawline and wide chin. The collar of his shirt was pulled open and slightly tugged up to reveal his tan skin and the outward carve of his collarbones that protruded from underneath his flesh. A pale-white shirt loosely dressed his upper body while he had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal muscular forearms and strong hands. He kept a half-finished beer between his hands, occasionally rotating it around with his fingertips.

A brief chuckle caught onto her lips before she went back to her drink. "That's because I'm not."

"So what are you doing here then?"

"Bachelorette party." she answered, tilting her glass into the direction of the rowdy crowd of women at the other end of the bar; there were loud cheers and clinking of glasses as the small group just about spilled their drinks all over each other. "I'm supposed to be celebrating a friend's marriage to a womanizing, disrespectful douchebag. I don't know what she sees in him, but hell I'm not marrying him so it's fine I guess. We were on our way to this rented cabin nearby but... they just couldn't resist the call for some alcohol- and after spending seven hours in a car with them, neither could I."

It was his turn to chuckle lightly before he took a short drink from his beer. "Well you know what they say about love making you do crazy things."

"Well I figured the craziness would've ended when she said yes... unfortunately not apparently." she shrugged lightly, before she turned her gaze back towards him. "What's your name stranger?"

There seemed to be a slight hint of hesitation before he offered her a casual smile, tilting his bottle towards her. "Starrk."

She nodded and moved to bring the rim of her glass against the side of his drink, producing a soft clink with the colliding objects. "Harribel. So what's a rather outcast kind of guy like you doing in a place like this?"

"I was in the mood for a cold beer and figured why not." he answered, a light shrug moving from his shoulders before a short chuckle escaped him. "Actually a few friends decided to drag me out, but they've all since vanished... no doubt in the arms of some interesting women around here."

"Well then, there's a good chance one of them might've snagged a friend or two of mine." She remarked before she brought her drink back to her lips. "You looking to escape into the arms of a woman yourself?"

"Actually I was just going to settle for a couple of beers and maybe some late night Western shows when I get home."

For some reason, she found herself to believe that he was the type of person to actually do so. Rather than flirt tongue with a few, one-beer-too-many women around here, he'd prefer to indulge in some alcohol for himself and then spend the night however so he wished. She was the same in a way, after all it was a less complicated path and tended to leave her with only a minor headache in the morning- also with a clean bed as well.

"Sounds like a fun evening. I might dominate the TV for myself since I highly doubt they'll be able to comprehend the remote by the time we get to that cabin." she remarked, glancing over to where the group was laughing over something, a few of them had their heads down against the table while others were gasping loudly for air.

"Is there a reason you're not sitting over there with them?" he questioned.

"Because I needed air to breathe and a little bit of quiet after spending all day with them."

"Seems reasonable enough."

"Yo Starrk." a tall, broad man called as he clapped a heavy hand against his back. Light-blue bangs were pushed back out of his face to reveal a heavily chiseled jawline and narrow eyes; a thick collection of scars marred the right side of his face. "We're about ready to head out, you coming along?"

"As long as you're not bringing any extra company." he replied.

"Nah, Yylfordt left with a couple of ladies earlier and Redder wasn't that far behind with his own little posse." the man continued. "The rest of us are gonna head back to Zommari's and probably hit the illegal liquor for a few more hours."

She watched as he gave a chuckle and shook his head at his friend, before he gave a brief wave of his hand and said that he'd catch up in a minute. Waiting until the other man had left, she turned her attention back towards him. "Friend of yours?"

"Something like that." Starrk nodded, pushing aside the almost finished bottle of beer as he turned the bar stool underneath him. "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Harribel, as much as I'd love to stay and keep chatting... I gotta make sure they don't keep the liquor going all night; I don't need to monitor another hospital visit."

"I know the feeling." she chuckled, watching as he finally moved to get to his feet. Quick eyes spotted the phone that was sticking out of his shirt pocket and even quicker fingers pulled it free from its confines. He didn't seem to notice the action at first until she had finished messing with a few of the buttons and handed it back to him. "Here's my number, if you find yourself with some free time to play with... don't hesitate."