@aurousing Gloves fingertips tap at the darkened oak bar, he anticipated her movement until she finally comes to sit across from him.
And that depends, does she favor strong or sweet drinks? Or perhaps, she’d like a classic dandelion wine, to experience the pinocle of this nation’s trade.
Gently rubbing his temples, it’s looking like it’ll be a long night in the tavern, with the incessant bickering of drunkards and the indecisiveness of patrons alike.
@ELLIZAVETA The two, and Diluc sighs.
“If you can’t tell, tonight has been quite the annoyance. Charles is more than aquatinted with the occasional busy nature of Angel’s Share, so he’ll be able to handle it until my headache subsides.”
@ELLIZAVETA Financial acceptance from the bartender, who instead recedes to assist the other boisterous patrons. “You don’t need to pay for something like that, it’s on the house. Perhaps I’ll take a conversation and some company as a method of payment.”
Forearm rests on the counter between
@ofherheroism She could be a good girl and sit on his lap, hidden so innocently behind the desk while he tends to paperwork. Even better, if his little firefly didn’t wear panties and made it all the easier.
He’d remain quiet, merely turning his attention to makeshift stage within the tavern… and the idiotic drunkard stinking the atmosphere with tone-deaf singing.
“Perhaps an understatement.”
@STELLISTE || Oh, I doubt that.
She adores his rules and gets weak in the legs when he instills them, no? She doesn’t get wet and needy over the idea of being punished for bratty behavior? Hmmm?
Five more will turn to ten, which turns to thirty, which turns to exponential wasted time.
I’ve prepared you some breakfast, come get it before it’s cold.