Finally struggling out of the mob at the bar, Nero was incredibly relieved to see the Miqo'te huddling near the table he had gestured at. Said table was also occupied by uncouth looking people, the exact kind of people Nero didn't have the patience to deal with right now.
Incredibly, the mug had survived the battle intact and with most of its contents still present within the vessel. As Nero sidled over to it, he took out a sizable sack of gil and dumped it on the table. The sack's unexpected arrival hushed the sailors briefly.
"Hello, ladies and gents. Here's some gil. Go buy some drinks. Get off my table," Nero grinned cheerfully, his earrings jingling as if to express his amusement. He brushed his hair back, and his icy blue eyes gleamed with positive intent. The eyes of one of the sailors, a bearded Highlander, narrowed dangerously.
"Ye left it, so it be ours," the sailor growled. Not even before the gruff statement was finished, another respectable sack was plopped onto the table. Nero's grin remained quite wide.
The sailors crowded to each other to murmur for a bit before muttering in annoyance, but they seemed to acquiesce to the Hyur's demands, as they snatched both sacks promptly and stood up to leave.
"We're takin' th' seats," the Highlander growled, his companions lifting the furniture over their shoulders as if they were sacks of potatoes.
"Leave one. I did just pay you a month's earnings in advance," Nero proposed amiably. The Highlander stopped to consider, then slammed the chair down on the table as he and his rabble left to find somewhere else to drink. Having successfully gotten rid of the peanut gallery, Nero shoved the chair towards the Miqo'te with his foot, indicating with his hand that she should sit. He placed the mug on the table and leaned his left shoulder against the wall, placing his right foot behind his left and his wrists crossed in front of his waist in a relaxed pose.
"I will assume that my identification was correct then, Kink," Nero remarked jovially, his earrings generating a gentle chime as he tilted his head. His wide grin from before had shrunk, but the corner of his lip still remained upward turned.
Incredibly, the mug had survived the battle intact and with most of its contents still present within the vessel. As Nero sidled over to it, he took out a sizable sack of gil and dumped it on the table. The sack's unexpected arrival hushed the sailors briefly.
"Hello, ladies and gents. Here's some gil. Go buy some drinks. Get off my table," Nero grinned cheerfully, his earrings jingling as if to express his amusement. He brushed his hair back, and his icy blue eyes gleamed with positive intent. The eyes of one of the sailors, a bearded Highlander, narrowed dangerously.
"Ye left it, so it be ours," the sailor growled. Not even before the gruff statement was finished, another respectable sack was plopped onto the table. Nero's grin remained quite wide.
The sailors crowded to each other to murmur for a bit before muttering in annoyance, but they seemed to acquiesce to the Hyur's demands, as they snatched both sacks promptly and stood up to leave.
"We're takin' th' seats," the Highlander growled, his companions lifting the furniture over their shoulders as if they were sacks of potatoes.
"Leave one. I did just pay you a month's earnings in advance," Nero proposed amiably. The Highlander stopped to consider, then slammed the chair down on the table as he and his rabble left to find somewhere else to drink. Having successfully gotten rid of the peanut gallery, Nero shoved the chair towards the Miqo'te with his foot, indicating with his hand that she should sit. He placed the mug on the table and leaned his left shoulder against the wall, placing his right foot behind his left and his wrists crossed in front of his waist in a relaxed pose.
"I will assume that my identification was correct then, Kink," Nero remarked jovially, his earrings generating a gentle chime as he tilted his head. His wide grin from before had shrunk, but the corner of his lip still remained upward turned.