<div class="floatleft">(https://i.picasion.com/resize87/64ef1d5cfffdba6ce239ce5f087255ef.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Merida DunBroch (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328299.msg15710901#msg15710901)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Oversized Knit Cardigan over casual street clothes (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1f/40/ea/1f40ea114ea6f93690c703753b22cfea.jpg), sneaker flats<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> December 1<sup>st</sup> | Approximately 4AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Riptide<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mr. Theodore | Open</span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>A familiar french accent came from behind and around her bringing a gentle smirk to her lips as she finished the bite at hand. A glass of water was sat down in front of her by the crisp, boy-next-door bartender before he left the two to tend to some thirsty patrons. Taking a slow sip, Merida turned in the stool to squarely face the dark skinned man, crossing her legs in her second-skin jeans and folding her hands upon her highest knee. Cocking her head to one side, she studied his face for a moment, her tongue pressed to the inside of her cheek. After a long stare, Merida spoke up.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes, well. The beauty of a merrow-maiden is famed to be unmatched by any. It's only natural that my shapely legs be every bit as appealing as the pearlescence of my tail."</strong>she cooly replied, reaching out to take another drink of her water. It was not common for her to speak in character outside of the pools limits but, there was a certain layer of fun that came about pretending to be this actual dangerous mythical creature.<br/><br/><strong>"Tell me, Mr. Theodore. Do you perhaps think that the stories they tell are figurative and not literal? Have I perhaps already dragged you down beneath the waves and claimed you for myself?"</strong>A toothy, impish grin split across her features almost eerily so.<strong>"Did you just <em>have</em> to see me one last time before you went home to your ball and chain?"</strong><br/><br/>It was a very standard thing for the men that frequented<em>The Riptide</em>to be married and, whether his answer would be yes or no, Merida would believe any man to be married for that was the sort of crowd Ursula so sensually called to; the lost, the forgotten, the needy. Everyone here had their reasons in being here and, for the moment, she paused to consider her own.<br/><br/>Having mostly finished her meal, Merida stood from the bar, giving a polite wave to the bartender Eric and standing next to where Theo sat.<strong>"If next time you're here you do not spot me, you can always look for me in your dreams."</strong><br/><br/>It was a nice albeit theatrical way of saying that she likely wouldn't be back here if she had any choice about it and Merida called up to Eric before Theo could respond.<br/><br/><strong>"Would you let Flot know I'm ready for my ride? Thanks."</strong>