Elliere Braim

1.8 Date Night

Elliere was dressed as sharply for a bar as one could be and as one who had been living the lone, bachelor life for such a long time as he. He glanced at his slicked back hair, a few strands had come loose and fell over his forehead which he didn't mind. His course beard had been trimmed down and looked neatly groomed. The plaid shirt complimented his dark hair well and highlighted his visible green eye. His jeans were as neat as jeans could be and his shoes were nice. He had debated long and hard about wearing his eyepatch, but the people at The Wolf's Den hadn't ever seen him without it.

Satisfied with how he looked, Elliere turned and moved briskly out his apartment door. He passed a few other people housed in the apartment complex and was pleased to see they all gaped at him in shock, some even stopped to watch him walk by. He could smell their surprised scents and a few heated blushes that made him feel better that he looked good enough for a date.

He made it to The Wolf's Den right at seven sharp and entered the rowdy bar filled with humans, but his nose detected the intoxicating, floral scent of a certain familiar person to his left, over in the more restaurant style part of the bar where booths sat. He followed his nose easily and stopped directly in front of the booth where a heartstoppingly beautiful Mercy sat. Her hair was in soft, silky curls of brown, she was dressed in a delectable, lacy navy dress and as her hazel eyes looked up at Elliere, he found her eyes were rimmed in a tiny bit of mascara and eyeliner making them appear even wider in her startled state.

"How....?"

Elliere tapped his nose and threw a wink at her. He slid into the opposite booth and gently pressed her chin closed with his index finger. She jerked her head away and a small blush spread over her cheeks, making her even more gorgeous.

"You look beautiful," Elliere rumbled, his one eye examining her yet again. He wished he could admire her with both eyes, but he worried over the other humans.

Mercy murmured a soft thank you, surprising him by how shy she seemed. It was like she hadn't been on a date in awhile. Was she just like Elliere in that sense? Did she have a boyfriend who hurt her before? Was she so angry he marked her because of that hurtful past? Suddenly Elliere wanted this date to go even better because he wanted to know about her past and everything she wanted to do in her life. He was intrigued, hooked like a fish on a line.

"And I? How do I look?" He asked, hiding his nervous anticipation with a grin.

Her hazel eyes slipped from his handsome face, taking in what she could see of his outfit and then settled back on his face, or more specifically, his eyepatch.

"Handsome," she murmured, fidgeting with a strand of her chocolate hair. "Except for that eyepatch."

"I didn't want the people here to be startled. They probably all assume I'm blind," Elliere explained, glancing around. "It may have been different somewhere I didn't come so regularly."

"Ah, I'll keep that in mind for next time," Mercy said, a small smile on her face as the waitress approached.

Next time?

Before Elliere could question about there being a next time the waitress spoke. She was a bubbly thing, blonde with blue eyes and her shirt a bit too tight for her curves, but she was pretty. Though she wasn't beautiful to him and she wasn't Mercy so he ignored her the best he could aside from stating his order. He had chosen a bit of a tamer dish this evening; breaded chicken with gravy and a vegetable side. Mercy had opted for a simple burger and fries. They each opted for a soda rather than the beer that many of the bar people were having as it seemed best, Elliere mused. The last time alcohol was involved they had what was suppose to be a one night stand and now look where they were. Not to say Elliere wasn't glad, but was Mercy?