The Crucible

One

"Crucible, anyone?!" Boomed Nate from across the table. Everyone at the circular table looked up at the man who held a jug overflowing with liquor.

"Nate, really? Put the beer down." Scolded his counterpart, Kyrine. Her glowing white eyes annoyed. She had pale, blue and grey skin that had a faint ethereal glow. Nate looked down at her and spat out a laugh, his dark brown eyes sparkling.

"Nah, Ky, you need to loosen up! Have a beer! Or five!" His tan skin glistened with sweat from the packed and heated bar.

"Yeah, Rinie," Another voice slurred. The redhead from the other side of the table, Sean, leaned forward, bringing his mug down with him. Sean was tall, lean, and ginger. He had a mild tan from being out and about in the city when off duty. His shaggy hair was in need if a brush, and his face was dusted with light freckles.

He took another big gulp of beer, chugging noisily. There was a dainty scoff from beside him. Sarah had her nose scrunched up and her hazel eyes watched him. She shook her head, and her short choppy blonde hair shook.

"You can't go into the Crucible, your drunk." Her soft voice calmed the two ruffians down, her serene voice settling. Sarah was caring, and smart. Sean was the equivalent to an older, annoying brother for her.

Nate belched and slurred a laugh. "We've done it before! Hell, even Ky was with us!" Nate was an outgoing person, who hated drama, and loved beer. Kyrine was like his other half, his girl side. Even if she was another race, and blue haired.

Jo, who had her phone to her ear, an old model from the year 2015 that she didn't want to let go of, was shouting something in another language. Like Kyrine, her bangs went across her forehead. Her raven black hair laid on her shoulders, little longer then Sarah's. She had an olive complexion, and usually soft green eyes. Which, at the moment, blazed furiously.

"Sí, cabrón!" She shouted, her small hands gripped her glass of water. Kyrine raised a silvery eyebrow at her Hispanic friend.

Jo shut the phone off and sighed, sipped her water, then looked up at her friends, "Sorry guys, I gotta boogie. Stuffs happening." Without further explanation, she got up and left. Leaving five bucks to pay for her drink.

Sean laughed. "You in, Kyrine? Crucible? I'm sure all of our booze will exit our system by time we're in the ships." His eyelids were dropping, while Nate's were alive and ready. The girl in question rolled her flourecent eyes, and shook her head. Her blue bangs shifting across her forehead.

She took out a pony tail holder and swept her long hair up into a ponytail, then a tight bun and rolled her shoulders. "We're outfitted, I don't see why not." Her plump, pale pink lips smirked.

Nate slugged an arm around his counterpart and breathed in her ear. "Let us be off then!" He planted a sloppy kiss on her pale grey-blue cheek.

Kyrine remained with a stoic smirk as she took his arm and they exited the packed bar, the drunk man behind her.

Jo was a Warlock, Nate, formally known as Nathaniel, was a Titan with Sean, though the two almost repelled each other. Kyrine was a Hunter. There was only one person missing from their party, who had taken his girlfriend out for the night, which was Justin, who was a burly Titan.

Justin had brown hair, was tan, with a buzz-cut. He had honey-colored eyes and a strong jaw.

His girlfriend, Erin, who was a close friend of Kyrine's, was short and neither skinny nor chubby. She had bronze hair, tan skin, and dark eyes, with a pear shaped body. Eir, as Kyrine liked to call her, was a gossip queen and heard anything. While she wasn't a guardian, she worked along side the Cryptarch. She was naturally a bubbly person, who was dramatic and always found a way to annoy Nate.