evenoteva:
Eve sat there and stared at Balto a moment, trying to figure out if was sober or not. She pulled a strand of her light colored hair and looked at it. “Well, if you didn’t like my hair you could have just said something. For your information Balto dear, I do not always change its natural color, this was merely a malfunction of some herbal dyes. So I will not be seen as a red head any time soon. That would do horrors for my roots. I see no reason why I can’t be in white spandex, I mean unless we are preforming covert stealth missions white is acceptable. A ninja is a ninja regardless of color.” She laughed, a bit loudly, at the Iron Man comment. “Oh yes, that fits you well. But I think the cocky demigod with a never ending stomach could do you justice as well.
The direct confrontation of her kind ways brought slight uneasiness to her. Eve never enjoyed direct compliments, seeing as how it brought out a softer and, although more desirable side as well, weak. And weakness was something she simply hated. She made a loud sigh noise and rolled her eyes. “It’s not my fault I am miss judged. I just see no reason to correct them in the error. If everyone stared thinking i’m as sweet and kind as you believe, it would just scream ‘Pathetic Female.’ And I do not need that in my line of work. Im fine with the labels I have and have no need to change them. And if I didn’t know any better, I would say you were the one who like me by how many times you bring up the subject.” She said coyly, laughing slightly at her expression.
With a few more sips, she realized it was about time to go. If they lingered, then they would be dealing with the awful drunks that came out to play in the night. And that was the last thing she needed right now. She smirked at Balto and leaned over the counter, draping her hand across his cheek with mischievous intent. “Oh yes, you do nothing but enchant and mesmerize. I’m positive you cast many sinful spells in your crafting ways, which would explain why so many girls seem to fall helplessly at your feet.” The thin air of her breath was tainted in alcohol,her clear eyes scanned his face thoughtfully. ” I don’t doubt this, but then again, I mus brag that I believe I use mine better.” This being said she stuck her tongue out and ruffled the mans hair mumbling a slight insult like ‘get over yourself’ between laughs.
Eve nodded in agreement and gathered her things. She took a final sip of her drink and laid the money down on the table. “The bar was getting a bit stuffy anyway” She concurred, eyes darting to a few men who were knocked out over the counter. The amusements of alcohol. “Well then, to the beach?”
Balto rolled his eyes, “You are so easily insulted, I do like your hair though I am merely commenting that you frequently change its colouring. There’s nothing inherently wrong with that, but I noticed… isn’t that supposed to be strange for a guy? Maybe, I’m not really sure though I think you should become a redhead next, just saying.” He laughed and rose from the bar stool that he was perched upon, sliding it back under the bar. Once Eve was ready, they walked out of the bar and into the bright sun and cloudless day. He could hear the bird chirping cheerily in the branches of the surrounding trees though they were all hidden from view.
They walked to the beach in comfortable silence, they had conversed during their time at the bar and probably would again at the beach, but sometimes it was just nice to be silent and listen to nature. He knew when they were nearing the beach because the smell of sea salt became stronger, soon he would be able to hear the gentle crash of waves against the shore and they would be at the beach. The path turned to stone then sand as they made their way through the greenery and emerged facing a vast clear blue expanse of water. “In case you didn’t notice…” Balto joked, “We’re at the beach.”