<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSf7TRRwO-59oGe6X0W_KMWposlUtmPi_Rp0Q&amp;usqp=CAU) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em> Cassandra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15729356#msg15729356)</em><br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>  Pictured<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong> bar<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> open, Cyric<br/></em><hr/><br/>Cassandra stared at the bottle for a second, confused as to why it seemed to be talking to her. Then she looked at the other bottle just to make sure it hadn't been that one. Her eyes lit up briefly on seeing the other blonde, lips starting to curl into a smile.. which dropped like a Rock from a skyscraper when she realized it wasn't some cute little short-haired lady, but just an actual pretty boy. "Uh..... Hrm. Another drink? Leave the bottle?" Not that she actually needed more alcohol, but she was in a bit of a mood. And it wasn't as if overindulging could actually hurt her.. the people around her, maybe. But the ancient Greek was far from the most powerful thing to have come through these doors, so drinking herself to death wouldn't be the worst thing she'd ever done. "Gah, I don't know. A different life?" Shaking her head, she slumped into the seat, looking at the label on her bottle.<br/><br/>"So let me guess.... You joined a boy band on the adoration of your fans fueled your magic powers. To get away from gropey school girls you teleported out here and got stuck. Orrrr, you sold your soul to be in a boy band I want to stop being profitable you had to pay your debts by working behind a bar. Ooh! I know! It's a complicated love quadrangle between you, the lead singer of your boy band who you are always highly jealous of, the head of your fan club, and her father. Good drama there, lots of heartbreak. There might even have been murder!" Why she got fixated on boy bands it was perhaps hard to say, but she was definitely closer to quite drunk than not.