"Couches, though, aren't such a bad fate..."
"...and politeness is fine and dandy, but sometimes it's overrated, and takes time and interest from a perfectly good encounter. But, to make it official, you are certainly welcome to... work?" He eyed the thick book "...at the table."
He left the hat's brim raised, but didn't move his boots from atop the table; the lute found its way to his lap.
He lifted his own flagon, and offered it briefly in her direction, with a nod, in a quick toast. "Oh, one glass was not terrible, nor was two, but it did have an odd way of accumulating. We both know that Mirke herself would not have so quickly left the table, otherwise."
He set the vessel down, with a quick lick of his lips to tend to any remaining foam. "It did take a good cold splash on my face to perk up enough to take care of the rest of my business there. Wonderful venue, by the way, and terrifically charming hostesses.. but I digress, and I would have likely digressed into a heap had I not had a patient escort and took in some quality time in the salt air to let the senses return."
He took a quick glance around the bar, hoping to catch a glimpse of blonde serving girl, or perhaps figure out the armored figure at the bar, but a shrug showed how far that all went.
"One of these days, my dear, I'm taking home that gil, even if I don't make it two yalms out the door."
"...and politeness is fine and dandy, but sometimes it's overrated, and takes time and interest from a perfectly good encounter. But, to make it official, you are certainly welcome to... work?" He eyed the thick book "...at the table."
He left the hat's brim raised, but didn't move his boots from atop the table; the lute found its way to his lap.
He lifted his own flagon, and offered it briefly in her direction, with a nod, in a quick toast. "Oh, one glass was not terrible, nor was two, but it did have an odd way of accumulating. We both know that Mirke herself would not have so quickly left the table, otherwise."
He set the vessel down, with a quick lick of his lips to tend to any remaining foam. "It did take a good cold splash on my face to perk up enough to take care of the rest of my business there. Wonderful venue, by the way, and terrifically charming hostesses.. but I digress, and I would have likely digressed into a heap had I not had a patient escort and took in some quality time in the salt air to let the senses return."
He took a quick glance around the bar, hoping to catch a glimpse of blonde serving girl, or perhaps figure out the armored figure at the bar, but a shrug showed how far that all went.
"One of these days, my dear, I'm taking home that gil, even if I don't make it two yalms out the door."
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."
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