"If ye think o' anythin' fit fer mentionin', ye just let me know, darlin'." The wench winked. Then someone else was calling for her attention, and she sauntered off.
Zhi turned to watch her leave, mug already up to her face. One, two, three gulps, then she slammed it back onto the bar with an appreciative gasp. "Think ye might have a chance there, Chocobo." There was foam on her upper lip. She wiped it off with the back of her hand.
Zhi turned to watch her leave, mug already up to her face. One, two, three gulps, then she slammed it back onto the bar with an appreciative gasp. "Think ye might have a chance there, Chocobo." There was foam on her upper lip. She wiped it off with the back of her hand.
