A Night Out in the Human World
Aelira and her assistant wandered through the city, soaking in Earth's culture with a sense of awe. They studied the people's mannerisms, the laughter and chatter around them, and the energy of the bustling nightlife. The sounds of music and voices drew them to a nearby pub, its lights glowing warmly against the evening sky.
Inside, the atmosphere was lively, with laughter and cheers echoing through the room. People gathered in small groups, drinking from colorful glasses and raising toasts. The air hummed with excitement, and Aelira's curiosity grew.
"Humans seem to find enjoyment in social gatherings and celebrations," her assistant noted, observing the scene.
Wanting to blend in, Aelira approached the bar and requested "whatever they're having." The bartender handed her a glass filled with amber liquid, which she sipped tentatively. The taste was warm and sharp, unlike anything she had experienced before, but strangely pleasant. Without realizing it, she continued drinking, feeling a slight buzz and warmth spreading through her. It didn't take long before she finished the glass, and the bartender refilled it with a grin.
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As the music changed, she noticed a small stage at the front of the pub where a male modeling show had begun. The men on stage moved with confidence, exuding a magnetic aura that intrigued Aelira. But one particular man's aura flashed briefly in her mind—a familiar, comforting presence: Arthur. She couldn't shake the thought of him and found herself drawn to the models on stage, almost as if searching for something of Arthur's aura among them.
The drinks, however, had begun to take their toll. As the show ended, the room seemed to spin, and Aelira's vision blurred. Her legs grew wobbly, and she stumbled before finally sinking to the floor. Her assistant, still in the form of a small dog, barked in concern, nudging her gently.
The pub owner, a kind-faced man named Lou, noticed her fall and quickly came over, kneeling beside her. "Hey, miss, are you alright?" he asked, his tone a mix of concern and curiosity.
Aelira looked up at him, her eyes dazed, trying to regain her senses. Lou took in her elegant attire, noticing the fine details and unusual fabric, and quickly deduced that she might be wealthy or at least well-connected. He helped her to her feet, steadying her as he led her to a small couch in the back of the pub.
"You probably had a bit too much to drink there," Lou said with a chuckle. "Let's get you some water and let you rest."
As Aelira leaned back, sipping the water he offered, Lou covered her with a blanket and decided to keep an eye on her for the night. He figured she might have come from a well-off background, maybe a lost tourist or a young socialite unfamiliar with the effects of alcohol. Whatever the case, he couldn't let her wander the streets in her condition.
Aelira drifted into a light sleep, her head resting against the couch, feeling the odd but comforting sensation of human kindness in this unfamiliar world. As she dozed, faint memories of Arthur floated through her mind, mingling with the hum of the pub's fading music.