T.G.I.F (Rya)

[Avery Fields]

Now that she lived off campus, Avery didn't party as often as she once had. That didn't stop her from having a good time though. Especially since she had turned 21 and could legally get her own alcohol now, which was a vast improvement to the cheap beer that was so common at parties. Now at least she could buy herself some good beer. 

Which is what landed her at the Churchkey Bar. It was a decent atmosphere, with plenty to do, and there were always plenty of people around. It was Friday night after all, and she was going to have some fun. She worked hard at school and at work, and this week was no exception. It was time to blow off some steam and just have a good time. Even better, she didn't work until tomorrow evening, which meant she could afford to stay out late and even get a little hung over. 

She showed up at the bar about 8:30 or so and the crowd already seemed to be in full swing - an observation that brought a smile to her face. After all, the more people, the more potential there was for fun. Avery squeezed her way into an open space at the bar, ordering herself a bottle of beer to start the night. She usually never had more than a couple drinks - just enough to get tipsy - but tonight she was feeling a little more adventurous. Maybe she'd even do a couple shots later. But for now, she was starting off slow. Maybe she'd try to play a couple rounds of pool... 

Avery surveyed the crowd around her, trying to make up her mind of just how she wanted to start the night. 

[Aryana Darcy]

It was back to the basics - Back to the game.

Still considered too young for access of alcohol, but very much looking of age, the Brit made it a very interesting contest to see how long it took for her to get buzzed, and then drunk, by her unsuspecting victims.

Pilot Ridge was not a large place, but most men and women she turned her eye to, she made sure they were definitely buzzed enough to not care about whatever reputation she might have had as a 'player'. Plus, what with her lack of activity as of late, she was sure her face was no longer remembered. There were even times she would mask her accent just for her own amusement, but then again, she had always found the oddest things worth her attention.

There was a modest crowd with more entering, to which Rya felt would be the perfect time to simply search the crowd. The game had yet to start, but there was a part of the brunette that couldn't wait. It had been so long, and frankly, she was fucking tired of doing nothing but studying and working. She wanted some fun and what better way to find some?

It was then that her eyes landed on a blonde, and while she may not have felt her to be the best choice to go to in terms of landing a bit of booze, but then again, it'd be worth a shot. Her steps were held at a casual speed, making no move to catch the girl's attention until she reached the spot beside her.

"I think," Rya started, leaning against the wood of the bar with a half smile, "You look like a decent pool player. Am I wrong?"

Because what better way to start the night than a game of pool? "Or I may be fucking mad, but I doubt it."

[Avery Fields]

Avery had taken a couple sips of her beer when another person moved to the bar beside her. Instinctively, she shifted slightly, trying to make more room for the person to presumably order their own drink. It was only when a voice addressed her that she paid attention to the woman beside her.

She was pretty, probably around the same age as Avery, perhaps a little younger. College age though. Still, what stuck out most to the blonde was the British accent that colored her words. A small, almost smug, smile came to Avery's lips as the girl commented that she looked like a decent pool player. In fact, she was pretty good. Especially since she had been getting a fair amount of practice lately.

The blonde flat out laughed at the other girl's conclusion. "Well, for all I know, you could be," she pointed out. "But in this case, you aren't wrong. I can hold my own," she agreed. She was being a little on the modest side, but what was the fun in giving everything away upfront?

Avery took a small sip of her beer, leaning against the bar still while her eyes traveled the room. "Did you want to play a game? Looks like there's an open table over there," she said, pointing. There was nothing like a game of pool for blowing off some steam.

"Nice accent by the way," she added with a smirk.

[Aryana Darcy]

"Well, I wouldn't be here if I didn't want a game," The Hydrokinetic offered in a relatively nonchalant tone, pulling her hair off to the side to avoid any messes that the bar most definitely could cause.

There were few times she was truly conscious of her accent since she had always felt, after living in the states, it had become incredibly Americanized over time - a peripheral thought among everything else that was surfacing, but one worth noting since it was brought up by the other woman. The only time she was truly conscious of it was in the presence of her mother, whose English sounded far more like home than she did, Carter, and Lucy. The similarities and stark contrast to each of their own reminded her. "You could say that."

However, Rya had already moved, not necessarily waiting for the girl, and instead made her claim on the pool table in the middle of the room. She noted the few gazes shift towards her - a minuscule amount in terms of the actual population, but it gave her a slight boost in her confidence. At least she hadn't lost it completely.

"So are you coming or not?"

[Avery Fields]

Avery smirked slightly at the other girl's response. "Fair point," she agreed with a nod. After all, the pool tables really were at least half the appeal of this particular bar. "How about you? You a decent player, or just all talk?" she asked, her smirk widening slightly. After all, this girl seemed like the type that could handle a little challenge. It was all in good fun really, just a part of the game.

Avery gave a small shrug as the girl acknowledged her remark on the other's accent. "Well it definitely makes you stand out," she said, glancing around the room for the moment. "Which from what I can tell is something you rather enjoy." Not that she was saying that was a bad thing at all. Merely an observation given the way she reacted to the notice of those around her. Of course, Avery got a few looks too.

"You don't got to ask me twice," she answered, following the dark haired girl to the center pool table, her twang slipping through slightly. Avery gently tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder, before putting her free hand on her hip, her other still holding her beer. The other girl seemed to be pretty single-minded, so Avery followed suit. "Alright, so who's breaking?"