It only took three beers for Aisling to get bored. She lined the bottles in a row on the otherwise empty counter of the bar. Arranging them in such a way that they cascaded the lights above as pale green fractal patterns over the dark wood. She wasn’t quite sure why she needed to be at the One Night Stand, specifically. Maybe, she didn’t. Maybe it was just the place she always fell back into when she returned to Valesport.<br/><br/>The Goddess couldn’t do her the favor of  being so precise.<br/><br/>She lit a cigarette before she grabbed another beer, because why not? Holding both items loosely in either hand, she meandered lazily around the open space of the venue. Idle hands took turns supplying her mouth with beer and smoke.<br/><br/>Aisling turned in one slow circle, and then another. For a moment it looked like she was dancing with herself to some unheard melody. The alcohol and the solitude all conspired against her. Her rhythm was interrupted by bumping into the stool she had draped her jacket over. She startled as if she didn’t expect it to be there; her Tarot cards falling out of the pocket and spilling over the floor.<br/><br/>“Shit,” she muttered, setting the bottle on another empty stool and putting the cigarette between her lips to hang there as she gathered the cards back up into a neat pile. They’d fallen entirely face down, except for one that had overturned itself and slid further away from it’s siblings. Holding the deck in one hand, Aisling stood and walked over to the wayward card.<br/><br/>The front door was pushed open to allow entrance to another patron but Aisling ignored it at first. Bending over to pick it up she was greeted with the pleasant image of The Lovers posed in a tender embrace. She pulled the cigarette from her mouth, smoke falling slowly from parted lips.<br/><br/>Her attention snapped to the figure in the doorway, because it spoke with a voice that she would recognize anywhere. A few seconds passed as Aisling looked like a deer caught in the headlights, before corner of her mouth curled upwards into a half smile as she wiggled the card in Taiga’s direction.<br/><br/>“Of all the dive bars in this town this is the best one to find women like you in.”<br/><br/>Despite the overwhelming affection Aisling felt for the other woman, she didn’t immediately rush across the room and fall into her waiting arms. This was the game they always played. Teasing and flirting as Aisling pretended to be put out by how long Taiga was always gone. Even though it never lasted very long.