William
*She enters the tavern, many turning to stare at her. She didn't seem like the type to go into a tavern, never mind drink. Her heels clanked along the cobble floor, making a loud noise.*
Mark
*He enters a couple minutes after, cloak creating shadows over his eyes. Most of the crowd moved out of his way, others snickered when he passed. He sat down next to her, having to crouch so he doesn't hit the lamp above*
William
*She glances at the bear, then turning back to the barmaid.* "Wine please. Red, strongest would be preferred dear." *She turns back to him* "I wouldn't expect a person like you here. You do look like an alcoholic though." *She giggles.*
Mark
Tsh, I really don't like to drink.

*He took his hood down, his crystal blue eyes sparkling in the dimly lit lamp above him*

Sometimes, stress gets to ya' and you have no other way of coping.

*He'd chuckle to himself*
William
*She gazes at his eyes, and thinks to herself. He's really.. Something else, hm.* "I drink often, I guess rich people things hm?" *She'd giggle to herself, fully knowing she probably looks more expensive than anyone in the tavern. Gold jewelry, gold embroided heels, and most important of all, her navy silk dress. It's nothing that people in the tavern usually see, as taverns aren't fancy.*
Mark
Heh, I guess so. I usually can't afford much so I tell my friend Johnathon, a bartender, for Mike's hard lemonade. Usually gets the emotions flowing, but that's probably just me.

I'm.. Fitzgerald by the way. *He closed his eyes and smiled at her, reaching his hand out for a handshake*
William
*She took his hand softly, his fur being fluffy. She quickly notices the hearts and bursts out laughing, the tavern people looking back at her.* "Sorry sorry! I just didn't expect you — a literal giant killer looking bear — to have **Hearts** On your paws!" *She giggles, trying to hold in her laughter and terribly failing.*
Mark
Hah, you're the first to notice! I don't have a choice when it comes to this. Some of us bears have different shapes for their paws, and I got a heart. I think it's fitting, as even though I look and dress like.. This, I'm not a bad guy at all.
William
"I'll take your word for it, heart boy." *Still giggling* "Oh and I forgot! The names Kiko, Kiko Lin." *She prays inside hoping he doesn't know her family.*
Mark
I've heard that name somewhere before.. Eh, might just be superstition. Nice to meetcha', Kiko.

*Johnathon Speedy Fast's shift is on and Fitzgerald orders his drink and Johnathon, like his name suggests, gets it ready speedy fast.*
William
*She wipes the sweat from her face, then thanking the bartender for her wine.

She then sips.* "So, tell me more about yourself!"
Mark
*Downs the entire jug of lemonade* Well, I was born as a microorganism, and slowly grew into the animal I am now. I was captured by some kingdom, preparing for a war, and uh.. Some nasty stuff happened to me. I escaped with some rebels and we fought back but they didn't make it.

So now I just roam around, hunting and cooking for locals there.

And by hunting, I mean the wild organisms.
William
"Hm.. You hunt? I'm pretty good with a rifle myself. Could score a few targets! I don't seem like the type apparently tho.."
Mark
I hate people that have stereotypes on people. It's idiotic. People are different, and just because a majority of a population is similar, doesn't mean they're all the same.

I hunt with a crossbow, my claws, or a bronze odachi.
William
"People usually think I'm that rich spoiled girl.. Honestly, I disagree, I wasn't even that spoiled. By far, I was just neglected." *A moment of silence passes by.* "Sorry! Did I kill the mood?"
Mark
Nah, my story is messed up enough. But, I get where you're coming from.

I wasn't neglected but, I was treated as a lower specimen due to the fact I was a microorganism when I was formed.
William
"I think it's cool! You're all fluffy n stuff hehe! I could honestly cuddle you or something if you were a toy. And the way you have hearts on your paws..! It's so cute!" *She looks extremely happy, as this is her first time meeting someone like him.*
Mark
*Clearly a bit flustered by that* I never get that, actually. Everyone points at my claws, my hooves, my teeth, or my busted ear.

I wish more people viewed me as just another person, not some big killer.
William
"Your teeth are attractive! I like them.. They look really sharp! And you're too tall for your own good, asshole."
Mark
*Giggles to himself, his mouth forming a smile, revealing 3 gold teeth*
William
"Gold teeth hm..? Where'd you get them?"
Mark
Back when I used to mine with the rebels to break into a kingdom, we stumbled upon gold, and the 5 of us split it.

Since I had been whacked in the face with a hammer, losing 3 teeth, I used some of my gold to make teeth.
William
*She examines the teeth closely, as they shined in the light of the tavern.* "Woah.. They're so pretty.. They suit you!"
Mark
Heh, I personally would prefer my old teeth,

But at least I still have them, eh?
William
*She takes a large sip of her wine.* "Would you like to come over after? You don't seem to have a place to stay."
Mark
Yeah, I would. I heard there's a storm coming and I'm not up to sleeping in a wet hammock.
William
*She giggles to herself.* "Well we can stay in the tavern for a bit longer, hm? Your choice."
Mark
I'm ready to get outta here.