Sorel (Lucky) Resident

Some nights are worth the trouble.

Sorel has never been particularly good at knowing when to call it a night.

A familiar face at The Jolly Roger, she can usually be found nursing a drink, leaning against her motorbike, challenging someone to a game of pool she has very little chance of winning, or striking up a conversation with somebody who was perfectly happy being left alone.

She’s old enough to know better, young enough to disagree, and far too curious to go quietly home when the streets begin to get interesting.

Sorel enjoys a little attention, a little danger, and the occasional bad decision — preferably in good company. She has a weakness for leather jackets, late-night rides, women with attitude, men with charm, and couples who know how to keep a secret. She flirts when she feels like it, laughs when she shouldn’t, and has never been particularly interested in explaining herself to anyone.

By morning, she might be nursing a headache, looking for her missing jacket, wondering who borrowed her bike, or trying to remember whether last night’s goodbye was really a goodbye at all.

One thing is certain: if something is happening in Kilharbour tonight, Sorel will probably be there.

And if she isn’t, someone ought to check the pub.

The Jolly Roger regular · Night rider · A woman of questionable bets

Nobody in Kilharbour seems entirely sure what Sorel does for a living. What people do know is that she spends money as though tomorrow were a rumour, rides as though the road belongs to her, and rarely turns down an invitation that promises a little excitement.

A familiar face at The Jolly Roger, Sorel has a talent for finding company, starting conversations that were never meant to happen, and turning an innocent game of pool into a matter of personal honour. She isn’t particularly good at gambling, but that has never stopped her from raising the stakes. After all, losing can be surprisingly entertaining when the company is right.

Some nights she is the life of the party, teasing strangers, flirting shamelessly and making plans on behalf of people who haven’t agreed to them yet. She has a particular appreciation for women who can give as good as they get, although a charming man has never been entirely beyond her notice. And every now and then, she finds herself in the company of two people who seem to have a very interesting understanding of sharing their time.

Sorel doesn’t much care for labels, other people’s expectations, or anyone who thinks they have the right to decide whom she should fancy. She knows what she likes, isn’t especially shy about showing it, and considers jealousy a rather exhausting hobby. As for the details of her private life, those are generally available only to the people who were actually there.

When she isn’t at the pub, she can often be found riding through the darker streets of Kilharbour, her red hair catching the streetlights, with no particular destination in mind. She likes the freedom of the open road, the company of people who don’t ask too many questions, and the kind of nights that become stories only after a few details have been conveniently forgotten.

She has been known to leave the pub wearing a smile of unmistakable satisfaction, only to return a few evenings later with a different story — or no story at all. Those who know her well have learnt not to ask too many questions. Those who don’t know her yet usually make the mistake of asking too many.

There are rumours about late-night rides, unexpected companions, and a woman who never seems to travel alone for very long. Some claim she’s lucky. Others suspect she simply knows how to recognise a good opportunity when it walks through the door.

Sorel herself is perfectly happy to let people wonder.

She is old enough to know better, experienced enough to know what she wants, and still curious enough to find out what happens when she doesn’t make the sensible choice.

In Kilharbour, some people are looking for trouble.

Sorel prefers to see whether trouble has a decent bike, a spare seat, and somewhere interesting to go.

Her motto?

“Darling, I didn’t come all this way to go home early.”