@huntedwest Drifter's gaze shifted back to Victoria as she leant forward. His eyes twinkled with a sort of glee that looked incorrect on his pale visage.
"The beekeeper? Me and him had a shared experience some time back, and he owes me one."
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@huntedwest His claws came down onto the wood of the counter. He drummed them along, one after the other in a solid rhythm from pinkey to pointer finger, and then back again.
"He hates it. Tells me I'm not the kind to owe a favor to. Personally, I don't know what he's talkn' about."
@huntedwest Drifter's gaze shifted back to Victoria as she leant forward. His eyes twinkled with a sort of glee that looked incorrect on his pale visage.
"The beekeeper? Me and him had a shared experience some time back, and he owes me one."
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@huntedwest "The accent give it away?" He asked with a chuckle that slowly faded away into a growl.
"Say, ya look familiar to me. Just like a girl... Vivian, no, Vivicia, something of the sort. Ring a bell?"
@huntedwest He gestured to Victoria, his red stained claws now visible under the light, "It's for the lady, and she wants a whiskey. You know my money's good."
The ixian man walked away to get Victoria her whiskey.
@huntedwest "My title, not my name. Though, at a certain point, the two begin to conflate themselves."
He sat down at the bar and snapped his fingers at the ixian behind the counter.
"And what makes you think I'd serve you?" He spat at Drifter.
"It ain' for me, my good man." +
@huntedwest It is rather adorable that she thinks she can kill him. The Drifter could sense it, or at least something resembling the ill intent the woman carried inside her. He walked inside like he owned the place.
"Somethin' like that. Everybody around here knows about The Drifter."