Another drink?

Rakka had never been to a bar. She hadn't been out in civilization again nearly long enough to enjoy these fine bastions of humanity, though she'd had plenty to drink in her time. Smuggled alcohol was one of her only pleasures at the research facility. Once they learned that she had a taste for the stuff, they often taunted her with it, giving her just enough to stave off the pain for a time.

She shuddered the thought away.

Opening the door, Rakka hung there like a shadow, unsure of where to go. She looked around desperately, as if someone she knew might be there. A couple old dudes, one slightly angry looking bartender, and...

"Well, hello..."

The girl at the bar was quite good looking. Short as hell, from the way that her feet didn't reach the floor. She looked like she was military, which was odd, because Rakka didn't recall the islands even having a military. She looked lonely. She approached the woman, ordering at the bar as she went.

"Whiskey sour on the rocks, please." Rakka said, having rehearsed the line for ages. She stood at the edge of the booth now, smiling at the woman.

"...Well, you could do worse then talk to a stranger. Mind if I sit here?" She asked politely, mustering up all of the charm she had, but still coming off a little flat, betraying her inexperience. She had been rehearsing her bar pickup lines all her life, hoping for exactly the chance she was acting upon right now.

Rakka smiled at the woman, looking to the seat next to her, where she had moved her jacket to make room for her. Sipping her drink, she noticed the bottle siting in front of her, and the proof... Christ. How many brain cells was she trying to murder?
"I dunno. I guess I hoped I'd meet a pretty girl who was all alone." She said as she slid into the booth. "Crazy idea, right?" She added flirtatiously, picking up on the woman's words. "I'm Rakka, by the way." She added, almost as an afterthought.

She hadn't ever truly hit on a girl before. She'd learned that she liked girls fairly early in her life, when she was sharing quarters at the facility with a few dozen of them. It had almost been funny how social Rakka was there, but still, it wasn't like the real world. She'd never gone out of her way to flirt, and her inexperience would likely show as soon as her rehearsed bar lingo that she studied vigorously from TV shows and old James Bond movies ran out.

"That is a lot of liquor." She said absentmindedly, practically a statement. "What brought you here, then?" She asked, leaning on the table and looking over at her new companion. Sitting next to her had seemed like an uncomfortable thing at first, because she was bad at this whole eye contact thing, but it made her feel much more approachable.

Rakka smiled, intrigued, as Abigale told her her name.
"Ooh, Lieutenant? Should I be saluting you?" She teased as the girl let slip her rank. However, they were not that close as of yet, so she wouldn't pester too much. "Gladly." She replied at the woman's request to be called by her first name.

As the girl took another drink, Rakka felt weirdly compelled to finish hers fast and order something harder. It was preposterous, but she felt like she looked rather pathetic sipping out of her glass while the woman beside her took the whole bottle of hard liquor in her stride like it was nothing. Unfortunately, she only really knew the taste of the one drink, and she quite liked it.

The girl came through the spaceport? That was interesting indeed.
"So, uh... You're not from here, then? That's what I figured..." Rakka said, taking a sip. "A girl as pretty as you wouldn't be sitting in a bar alone if you were." She said, very matter-of-factly.

"It's as good a place as any. What do you think would settle your nerves?" Rakka asked, her tone flirtatious once again. "Right now? Just whiskey with lemon. If someone were to buy me a drink, I wouldn't be too picky." She said with a wink. She didn't actually expect to be bought a drink, but she couldn't help herself.

Rakka smiled as the woman chuckled, glad to see that she was actually making good conversation. As she gave a rather ambiguous answer to Rakka's question, she merely shrugged.
"I won't ask if you won't wanna tell. I'm not really from here, either." She said knowingly. Everyone on this Island had a story, if you got to know them. This one looked lost, a lot like Rakka herself.

"No, I know pretty when I see it. Believe me." Rakka said plainly, not believing the other girl. "What do they call you, then, ma belle?" Rakka inquired flirtatiously. She was starting to notice Abigale's features, particular the blue in her hair, which matched Rakka's own. What were the odds?

Rakka grinned at Abigale's response, putting her glass to her lips for a drink before speaking. Part of her wanted to insist that she wasn't pretty, as many people would, but the entire thing seemed shallow to her. Rakka knew full well that she was good looking. It was usually to her detriment, as she had much better luck picking up guys than girls, which of course was like finding sand in the desert while looking for water.

"My nerves getting calmer as we speak." She said with a wink, watching her get up, to Rakka's surprise, and actually order a few drinks. "Hey, I was just kid-" She called after the other girl, but she stopped herself. Another drink didn't sound to bad, and her present company didn't seem to mind.

She waited for Abigale to return with their drinks, stirring her finger in the ice of her last one absentmindedly, causing the glass to frost without really realizing it. She was leaning forwards on the table, watching Abigale walk away to order, and, well... Rakka was checking her out. She didn't see the harm in it, after all, they'd flirted quite a bit already. Despite being almost comically shorter than Rakka, Abigale seemed much older than her. She couldn't really get a read as to exactly how old, and she definitely wasn't showing age, but something in the way she carried herself clued Rakka in that she was much more experienced than Rakka.

As Abigale returned, Rakka quickly averted her eyes to her empty glass, pushing it away as the tray was set on the table. She quickly grabbed a glass to join her in a toast, unable to stop herself from grinning as she once again stumbled into her pre-rehearsed bar lingo. "Amen." Rakka agreed, raising her glass in turn.

"You really know how to make a girl feel welcome." Rakka said, still leaning forwards on the table rather informally, not taking her eyes off of her new found companion except to take a drink or two.

"Something fascinating?" Rakka pondered. She didn't consider herself terribly interesting, and she heavily disliked talking about the circumstances leading her to the island... That left her time before the facility, and her powers, which would be the first thing anyone on Manta Carlos would think to mention, and were not terribly amazing in comparison to many of the island's residents.

She pondered for a moment, hardly wanting to jump right into her own circumstances. How incredibly little Rakka had to talk about, now that she'd given it some thought. She had done very little, and half her life had been spent imprisoned. That really only left her state of being, which was, well...

"I don't know if it's fascinating, but I'm not exactly human." Rakka said, deciding she should probably get this out of the way, in case the situation escalated later on in the night. "I was, a long time ago." She said, her eyes misty and unfocused as she spoke. She'd hardly had a drink yet, and already she was spilling her secrets to a stranger. Maybe she needed to blow off steam as much as her companion did.

As she spoke, she paused occasionally, as if to ponder her next words. She lifted her glass, swirling the ice inside. "Now, though?" She spoke, raising her left hand as if to admire her nails. Slowly, her skin would frost over, and as if watching a mirror break in reverse, her arm became solid ice. "I think they said I'm an elemental. Whatever that means." She shrugged, as her hand reverted back to normal.

"So yeah, if that's a deal breaker, it's cool. Someone to talk to is plenty enough for me." She told her companion, taking another drink.