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When a pair of seats at the bar became available, Orry quickly launched herself past a hyur couple and staked her claim. Her lalafell companion ambled over afterwards, ducking his head shamefully as the hyur gentleman raised his fist at Orry's direction, though she paid no notice. Pulling himself up at the bar, the mismatched pair continued to wait for some service.
"So, what're you gonna do with your split?" she inquired?
The lalafell rubbed his eyebrows, but before he could answer, the thundering of a Sea Wolf Roegedan cut him off. Orry's attention finally shifted away from herself, if momentarily, and her jaw dropped slightly.
She thwapped him in his shoulder, a bit forcefully given his small stature, and nodded to the newcomer. The lalafell's gaze was already fixed in his direction. Her whisper could be heard in that moment when the clamour of the place was cut off after his boisterous arrival, "Hey, that's Whiskeyjack.."
"Whiskey-who?"
"Two-Patch Whiskeyjack! If you came in here more than once in every four moons and you might get to knowin' some people, kiddo. No wonder Quiggy always says you live under a moldy rock... sheesh..."
It was the truth, too. Establishments such as this were not his cup of tea. In truth, he was probably content under the table while Orry was conducting business. Despite the suggestion that he try to steal the man's wallet while he was down there, he had known (or at least strongly hoped) that her suggestion was meant as a joke. That she hadn't asked about it would seem to confirm it for him.
"I'm tired, Orry. I think I'm just gunna go home."
Her gaze finally broke away from Whiskeyjack as she glanced at him - her expression something between concern and annoyance.
Adopting a softer tone, she nodded, "Alright Starkin, just remember our 'appointment' tomorrow."
"I will, Orry. Enjoy your drink."
Her voice became shrill again, "If I ever get one!" The bartender glanced over one of his broad shoulders at her briefly before running a washcloth over some dirty glasses and moving away to another patron at the opposite end of the bar.
The lalafell hopped off the seat and sauntered out of the bar leaving her by herself. As she waited, her eyes swept across the room. A scholarly-looking hyur woman had been glancing at her periodically, but she dismissed it as envy. Whiskeyjack was now engaged in conversation - no doubt a sale - with someone holding up a leatherbound book.
Now in addition to being thirsty, she was bored.
"So, what're you gonna do with your split?" she inquired?
The lalafell rubbed his eyebrows, but before he could answer, the thundering of a Sea Wolf Roegedan cut him off. Orry's attention finally shifted away from herself, if momentarily, and her jaw dropped slightly.
She thwapped him in his shoulder, a bit forcefully given his small stature, and nodded to the newcomer. The lalafell's gaze was already fixed in his direction. Her whisper could be heard in that moment when the clamour of the place was cut off after his boisterous arrival, "Hey, that's Whiskeyjack.."
"Whiskey-who?"
"Two-Patch Whiskeyjack! If you came in here more than once in every four moons and you might get to knowin' some people, kiddo. No wonder Quiggy always says you live under a moldy rock... sheesh..."
It was the truth, too. Establishments such as this were not his cup of tea. In truth, he was probably content under the table while Orry was conducting business. Despite the suggestion that he try to steal the man's wallet while he was down there, he had known (or at least strongly hoped) that her suggestion was meant as a joke. That she hadn't asked about it would seem to confirm it for him.
"I'm tired, Orry. I think I'm just gunna go home."
Her gaze finally broke away from Whiskeyjack as she glanced at him - her expression something between concern and annoyance.
Adopting a softer tone, she nodded, "Alright Starkin, just remember our 'appointment' tomorrow."
"I will, Orry. Enjoy your drink."
Her voice became shrill again, "If I ever get one!" The bartender glanced over one of his broad shoulders at her briefly before running a washcloth over some dirty glasses and moving away to another patron at the opposite end of the bar.
The lalafell hopped off the seat and sauntered out of the bar leaving her by herself. As she waited, her eyes swept across the room. A scholarly-looking hyur woman had been glancing at her periodically, but she dismissed it as envy. Whiskeyjack was now engaged in conversation - no doubt a sale - with someone holding up a leatherbound book.
Now in addition to being thirsty, she was bored.
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