Convictions: Independence (Night 0-A)

“Well like Marc says it’s all of the fun, and none of the trouble.” Phil replied. “Sort of, at least”

“What?” Sophie tilted her head, and pouted. “Just what is that supposed to mean? A life together is supposed to be fun.”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry he gets asked about it so much, I just feel like everyone has heard it. But yeah that’s actually the point.” Phil lean in a bit. “See, a couple isn’t necessarily supposed to make everything work out, but some people expect husbands and wives to have every little thing planned. There’s a ton of pressure, to be seen together, to share interests. ‘Where’s the misses?’ So on and so forth. But with Marc and Maple, they have just as much fun as they always have. Without this glaring social commit to-”

A loud bang could be heard across the bar. And whatever happened next was a blur to Phil. The room was spinning as Sophie yell at him. Something about his boss avoiding any actual responsibility. But somehow leaving at the same time, and walking right past that Mystic girl. Who was also doing several things at once. Both walking closer to him, and waiting there. Somehow he was getting asked two questions at once. After splashing most of her beer into his face, Sophie stood up both without leaving and leaving. And suddenly  just after the other girl pulled a towel out of somewhere unseen, and leaned down to be eye level with him.

A slamming door and ding of a bell brought him back to reality. And suddenly the only thing happening was her offering him a towel. “You okay?”

“Oh, uh” Phil wiped his face with the towel. “I- I think so yeah.”

“Relationship problems?” Phil looked up at the Dark Mystic. Her goat legs together as her fairly long tail sort of hooked on her left side. Just a couple of inches before the humanoid half of her started. Her very charming shade of red skin matched her glowing yellow eyes. Only the white pupils to show she was looking at him. Mystic were somewhat rare so it was strange to Phil that eyes without an iris looked just as normal as Sophia’s human green ones did.  Her white hair down passed her shoulders, just a little longer than Sophia’s black hair. “Phil? It is?”

The image before him now exactly match his previous daydream. Except… When did she hear his name? “She must have… yelled… ugh.”

The arm suddenly around his shoulder pushes his head a little lean on it’s shoulder. “You sure you’re okay?” The girl said rather concerned. “You’re.. Basically glazed over. You would think you’ve had bol’las beer. Not anything you humans usually get.

“Look i’m-” Phil jumped and quickly pushed himself out of the close embrace. “Happily dating.” He said rather sternly.
“Uh-huh.” She picked up the glass just moments after the waiter had brought to her. “Happily dating, huh?” taking a large gulp before setting the drink down again.

“Is that really so hard to believe? After one rant?” For the moment Phil wasn’t sure if the beer in his face, or this girl baseless assumption was more annoying.

“It was quite the rant. Even if you somehow zoned out of it.” She slid up closer to him until the booth’s wall finally prevented him from backing away. “Oh come on. I promise I only bite if you want me to~” She giggled.

“Listen this- mpphmm” Phil tried to protest only to find a soft but somewhat strong hand covering his mouth.

“If you tell me to leave, I will, but hear me out.” Moved her hand off your mouth, and set both on her lap. She was squeezing her chest just a little with her arms, and leaned to show off a butt you’d only dream about. “I think you’ve had enough of humans for the night, but this night pretty young. Why don’t you accompany me? And I’ll only go as far as you say I should. Promise.”

Phil thinks to himself (A Mystic’s promise, huh? I mean sure there’s a few tricks here and there. But they never break their word, and they try to make sure any fun they have is harmless)

A NIGHT OUT?
-It has been a long day…. (go to night 1-A)
- One drink. ONE (go to night 1-B)
-It’s inappropriate (go to night 1-C)