Trying to drink away her problems. That was a rare sight, she always tried to solve them no matter how hard it was, yet sometimes this happens. The clock crossed midnight, Saturday night slowly turning into a Sunday morning. Another cup of Gin empty, another $5 wasted, she was sitting alone at the bar listening to soft jazz playing in the distance, her dark blue hair covering most of her face.
"Another one" she glanced over to a bartender "I think you've had enough madam" he said as kindly as he could, a bartender a rather young one, he was scared that someone would get drunk on his very first shift. Zhalia offered him a death stare "now" she demanded, barely moving her lips while she spoke, almost scaring a guy, he quickly without andy reservations poured her a drink.
Another dose of alcohol, another 5$. Dizziness started to appear, everything looked fuzzy. A figure appeared on her right side. Our blue haired seeker looked up to see who it was, only to figure out she didn't know the guy. "hey beautiful" He said to her, thinking she would find it flattering. she offered him a threatening look. " Oh, come on, can I at least buy you a drink?" Zhalia looked him in the face "That, you can do" She replied thinking she could save some money if she played a little with him and maybe got something out of this situation. So with another Gin in her hand she kept minding her own bussines, again falling deep in her thoughts. The strange guy who's drink she had in hand obviously didn't go away. " So could i get your number, sweetheart?" He said lowering towards her and grabbing her ass. In that moment Zhalia lost It. "Touch me again and you'll be sorry you ever walked this earth" Her "neackles" started shining bright green along with her eyes. She felt furious, there was anger, oh so muvh anger, so hard to control.
There was a guy sitting in a corner, in a yellow coat with some weird kind of tablet in his hands, he was watching this scene go off. He wasn't really a bar person, but he liked that one and only that one, the music and atmosphere was really nice, it was usually really quiet and chill, well today was obivously an exception.
" So you are one of the feisty ones huh?" The guy kept hitting on Zhalia, well who could blame him she was gorgeous but oh god he had no idea what he was getting himself into " I told you... you will be...sorry!" practically screaming, she stood up "DRAGON FI-" before she could hit the guy Dante ran up to her, grabbed her blocking the attack. "And who the fuck are you?" She asked loudly making her way out of Dante's grip, by that time Zhalia's target was already long gone. " I'm Dante Vale, also a seeker, I live just nearby, come with me, I'll help you sober up and tomorrow we can both go our own way" He proposed her a fair offer but Zhalia started laughing hysterically. "So you think you can just show up out of fucking nowhere, offer me a place to crash and I'll just go with a complete stranger, you fucki-" before she could finish her sentence Zhalia threw up and passed out, Thanks to Dante's quick moves he was able to avoid the pucking and grabbing her anyway. Bartender was at this point literally hiding behind the counter until Dante called up for him "You clean that up, I'll take her home, there you go, take this and let this stay between us, no need for your supervisor to know" Dante said and offered a young man a 20$ bill.
He carried Zhalia bridal style out of the bar and down the street into his apartment laying her in his bed. Blue haired seeker in his bed suddenly woke up screaming for bathroom, Dante carried her there because getting her to walk was a mission impossible at this point. There she was, her head in the toilet of some stranger, if she had enough power she would have walked out by now but she couldnt on the other side she didnt even know where to go."I'll be right back" said Dante breaking her train of thoughts. He came back 3 minutes later with water, tissues some aspirin and he even managed to find a hair tie. As Zhalia was passed out on the toilet Dante made a high ponytail out of her hair. "Here drink" he said and passed her a cup of water. She felt better, more sober, but her stomach didn't agree. After about an hour of bathroom patrol they were able to return to the bedroom, clock read 4am. "Here put this on, its clean and more comftrable" said Dante and gave her one of his T-shirts. "If you feel sick in the middle of the night or oh well, morning there is a bucket if you won't make it to the bathroom, here is some water and aspirin for the morning, I will probably be working when you wake up, there will be some breakfest waiting for you on the table, you can stick around if you want to, I'll probably be back around noon, if there is anything you need, im just down the hall" "thank you Dante" said Zhalia with a weak voice and gave him a small smile. " Don't worry It's nothing, good night" He smiled backed and left to go sleep on the couch,but he couldnt sleep, one thing that kept going though dante's mind was why did she look so familiar, where did he see her before.