Drinks All Around! (Sofia/Caly)

The young demon giggled nervously, as she sighed and rubbed the back of her head at the correction. The sentiment in itself was freaking embarrassing, though. Her awkwardness dimmed down as she retained a mild smile on her face, looking at the rather beautiful woman in a very nice dress. Caly sort of wished in certain trains of thought that she was able to have a wardrobe, but her body would just tear apart even the prettiest of dresses. It saddened her, and thus her body just crafts clothing from itself, and it’s the same thing over and over. Just that trenchcoat with a scarf and skirt look…

Speaking of skirts, she thought she felt something come under and touch.. Her… No, that couldn’t be right. Several eyes opened along the arm facing Sofia, eyeing her cautiously and curiously, quickly vanishing if the woman were to pull her attention to them. She was sure her nethers were just touched, but.. She was pretty tired and mentally disordered lately, it’s entirely possible she could have imagined it..

“Oh? What do I do? Well, I..” Her expression seemed dark for a moment, as if it loosed a bad memory to the forefront, her features even seeming to pale for a moment, before quickly returning to normal as she smiled, “Oh yknow, just helping people, eating candy, enjoying nature, stuff like that!”

Her head tipped to the side as Sof asked about her little dream visiting power, as she thought of how to even respond to that, “Oh, well.. Huh…” Caly tapped her chin as she tried to figure out how to describe it, “Well, what I understand is, i’m the Danava of Dreams and Nightmares, right? That’s my concept, and I need to feed off mental energy to like, keep regular and stuff, so like.. Maybe it’s just something that needs me to be able to enter other people’s dreams? I dunno, I don’t totally understand it myself.”

She was a bit perplexed as to why Sof didn’t mention the dream very much, but she was just happy that she was here and talking to her.

“Sounds like a pretty carefree lifestyle. Definitely devoid of the drama, and the killing, and the blood that other people see so commonly here.”

With that the bartender brought them both her drinks. Sofia’s was a light green with the little leaf inside as intended. Caly’s was a huge glass that could almost resemble a small bowl with a beautiful velvet red drink as it was meant to. Keith seemed to wait, either for their words, their cash or something else entirely. Sofia simply replied with a soft kiss that was blown his way, alongside a subtle biting of her plump lower lips. Poor guy had no idea that despite whatever his mind was engineering, the only place he’d get to bed the Quincy would be in his dreams; but that was neither here nor there.

“You know, I could probably give you a bunch of outfits that’d fit you well,” she said before taking a sip of her drink.

“I know you have some peculiar powers, but I also have the means to make some rather peculiar things, so I could certainly make a special set of outfits for a special kind of girl.”

The woman was no stranger to mechanical and spiritual energy engineering, especially with the use of reishi. If for some reason regular outfits could not do, she was certainly up to the challenge of creating outfits Caly could wear. Some that perhaps enhanced her figure a little more. Ideally some that would showcase the persona she didn’t display too often or the skin she didn’t present all that frequently as well. It was clear the girl wasn’t used to being ostentatious or feeling beautiful, but that too was something Sofia could help with, and with ease.

“Yeah..”
Flashes of blood, broken bodies, screaming, crying, and terrorism flashed in her mind as the only evidence of her disturbed mind was a slight shiver,
“Carefree.”

She held her left arm, perking up when their drinks were finally passed out, Calypso momentarily entranced by how pretty it was. Typically she just drank whatever swill would make her feel like she was in wonderland, or mixed a fuckton of strong drinks to achieve that result faster, but, this was actually the prettiest drink she’s ever seen. What the heck. She lifted the drink up to her mouth, taking a sip as she heard Sofia offer to give, or even make outfits for her. She almost choked on her drink from surprise of such a gesture, swallowing and huffing quietly as she placed it down.

“I… Don’t think that would work out too well..” She casually grabbed a cloth napkin off the table, looking to the clearly disappointed tender, quickly swiping a 20 out of her pocket, and whispering something into her palm that sounded like “Iwishthiswasinhispocket”, and she hid her hand as soon as a quick flash of purple energy was introduced to it, “My body.. Doesn’t really like being covered like that,” She proceeded to wrap the napkin around her arm, the sounds soft of growling and whining already coming from that spot, “So anytime I try to leave something covering it that wraps around it and that it doesnt like, it just…”

A loud tearing noise rung out as her arm was momentarily misshapen and contorted, spiked darkness full of angered eyes, that was just previously a normal arm utterly destroyed and lashed away the fabric, before shrinking back into how it was before,

“Clothing is pretty much a no-go. I try to copy what I see with my body, but it’s hard to get new outfits right.”

“From what you said it sounds like, unless you deliberately chose to lie to me,” she mentioned while taking a sip of her mojito, eyes locked on hers.

She watched attentively at the display of energy that happened as the bartender walked away. There would be no comment on it, but it was interesting nonetheless. Of far more interest to her though was Caly’s next set of words and the visual cues she presented as to why clothing could pose a challenge. Rather than being off put or feeling defeated, Sofia showed quite the contrary. Her eyes lit up with visible excitement; the sort you saw when finding money or hooker alive under the bed. She made sure it was even more noticeable as she produced a smile that would precede her statement.

“Perfect. That means I’ll actually enjoy it. I love a good challenge, and I have no intention of losing.”

“That is of course, assuming you’re actually okay with this. Would you like me to try?”

The Quincy loved challenges, and she hardly let up on them until she was victorious, sooner or later. There were a number of ways she could go about to try and create a sort of fabric that would mesh well with whatever rebellious attitude her form seemed to represent. Perhaps it would only take a sample from her being, or maybe just a sample off her energy. She could brute force it with reishi by trying to overpower the instincts that made whatever fought against it tire out. Although a bit more complex, there was an option that seemed far more interesting to her. By studying the makeup of her unique spiritual footprint, she could find the right energy combination that her form and spirit craved. It wouldn’t take long to create or mold reishi into such a form and embedded into a weaving pattern of her choosing. In turn this would cause the item to filter energy from around the surroundings, and for her rebellious body to feed on it as a fat kid with cake. It would keep it happy and it would make wearing an outfit possible.

“So, what do you say?”

“After we’re done here, would you like to come with my somewhere more privately? I can probably get a working outfit for you. I promise to try and keep it largely family friendly; for the most part.”