( WP ) Blatant Magic vs . Subtle Magic

It was a Friday night in May. It was windy and rainy and foggy all at once. The week had been hard and the bar was conveniently just right down the street. She gathered a few of her friends and made her way down. All dressed up to go to the same hole. She walked through the door to cheers and an increase of the noise bustling out of the assembled crew of drunks. There besides the regular crowd was a couple of new faces she noticed. 
 
 There was a woman with brown hair and a pleasant face wearing jean shorts and a close-fitting dull red tank top that opened slightly in the back. She was absolutely striking in whatever way you looked her. The only thing going again'st her and for some people this is no obstacle were the tattoos covering her entire body. If you stopped and cared to look in great detail at the every single tattoo on this woman ( Not that she would of minded, she was really quite proud of them ) you would of noticed that every single one was a plant of some sort, expect for some letters that were n't English and were hard to look at for longer then a glance at best. 
 
 They started at her feet with the roots then crossing the entirety of both legs worked themselves into stalks. As the stalks gradually worked their way up her body one saw that they gradually flowered one by one. As they rose higher and higher her body became a field with many vibrant flowers of all colors and sizes. Her face however was perfectly flawless. She was busy talking to a man about how big the harvest was this year though he probably seldom cared. 
 
 In corner there was a man half obscured by the shadow that seemed to be watching....no *assessing* seemed to be a better fit for some reason. He had blond hair and a disarming smile. He was wearing a grey pin stripe suit that seemed tailored for him exclusively based on how well he wore it. There was a small trail smoke whispering off above him but she could n't see a cigarette and did n't they ban smoking in bars?. She eyed him shyly for second and then made her way to the bar. 
 
 The bartender looked over and with a smile hurried over to see her. 
 
 `` Busy tonight?'' She asked as the a glass in front slowly filled with equal parts rum and coke. 
 
 `` Circus is in town'' He chuckled `` No really, Crosby & Sons Mystical Emporium and Traveling Show. Passing through town, these are some of the performers. 
 
 `` Huh, well thats......'' 
 
 SLAM! They look over as huge man is towering over the bar with his hand flat on the table. 7 Feet tall and built like a gorilla he was sporting a handlebar mustache and in a three piece suit. 
 
 `` Beer, please. Now.'' The thing that could punch boulders for fun said that with a quite miserable look on his face. The bartender rushed over and started to see what was needed. The girl was alone and she felt it. A terrible nagging feeling of cold that washed her periodically like a tide. 
 
 It was n't a thought, it was more or less a instinct that was n't hers. At least that what it seemed. Her head gradually turned till she saw the grey suited man in the corner of her eye. She could n't look away, she *needed* to see him. She wanted to be with him. As if nothing else could of mattered and he knew it. He stared at her with with blue eyes that seemed to glow, got up and walked over. 
 
 He took her by the arm started to led her out and she was so caught up in the gesture that she failed to notice how cold his hands were or that as if on cue the performers started to follow. She kept thinking of far off places were the sun always shines and castles that never fall as she looked into his eyes that seemed slightly sad whenever he glanced at her. Outside was a horse and carriage, both were black as onyx with purple on the cloth displaying a coat of arms that looked well * foreign* if one had to guess. 
 
 That was the last time she ever saw that street again. 
 
 Edit: Any comments or critiques would be welcome. 

