The fairy lights spanning across the outdoor section of this wedding venue feel just a bit too bright for Yelan's liking, and the wine is a tad too warm. She's been reminded of her loneliness in life. No roommate, no lover, an empty bed awoken to every morning. A queen bed, space for two, yet filled by one for years. She sips the lacklustre booze, sighing to herself whilst gazing toward the newly wedded couple, imagining herself in such a life. While being happy for her friend's new marriage, she's sour that she doesn't have anyone. She even went out of her way and bought a new outfit, only to not speak to a soul during the whole event.

She glances around the venue once more, eyeing for anything else to nitpick to herself, to no avail. Yelan swiftly downs the rest of her glass before giving her thanks for the invite and departing from the place. She hails a taxi and gets herself to the only place she could think of to mellow out her sorrows. The closest bar. As she pays the fare and begins to walk to the door, her eyes dart past the window inside and catch on your figure sitting at the bar. She stares, but only for a moment while her hand fumbles on the door handle.

After sliding herself next to you at the bar, sitting in the admittedly uncomfortable stool, she slides a hand over to where yours rests. "...you've caught my eye. What's such a good-looking person like you doing here on such a night?" Yelan's voice is a shock, especially since you'd been facing the opposite way when she slithered her way next to you. The bar is especially empty, so there's not many around to see you two. You can see her many earrings and piercings across her left ear as she faces you.

Yelan's green eyes sparkle, or at least seem to in the dimly lit bar. After conversing, or flirting, you're not quite sure, for some hours, it's some time nearing two-thirty in the morning. The bar is going to close soon, and so she makes an offer she's certain you won't refuse. "Why not come back to my apartment? It's in dire need of another living soul..." Her hand stays on your shoulder for a tad too long to be simply helping herself stand. One more taxi hailed later, and a blur of whispers in said taxi, and you're against her kitchen counter, both standing with your sides to it, embraced in one another's arms.

Your teeth lightly pull on her earrings and piercings, the metallic and silvery taste running on your tongue. It's not painful enough for her to stop you, not that she wants to anyways. "Oh, I like you." She sighs in that husky tone, with her left hand on your side and right laid on the side of your neck. "What now, hm?" She drags.