arms give away your need
And to Astaroth's credit, there's a lot to take in. The White Hart is buzzing with activity tonight; a group of gamblers are playing cards around one of the larger tables, there are barflies and drunkards filling the seats, and someone plays a piano against the far wall, filling the bar with a jaunty tune. But he remains unmolested at the counter, at least, and even the somewhat grizzled looking demigod who enters hardly gives him the time of day as he approaches.
Indeed, it's with nothing more than a gruff nod that Ronin sidles up beside the Ancient, tapping the bar for a shot of whiskey, neat. The past few days have been nothing but rough for the Nova, and though he usually doesn't stray far from his husband, sometimes Remi has things to do or wants to go out with their son, and Ronin has to entertain himself. And what can he say? The Hart has always been a vast source of entertainment.
Receiving his drink and shooting it back smoothly, he raises a brow as he accidentally jostles the arm of the man next to him. "Sorry," Ronin mutters to Astaroth automatically, voice roughened by the alcohol.
Indeed, it's with nothing more than a gruff nod that Ronin sidles up beside the Ancient, tapping the bar for a shot of whiskey, neat. The past few days have been nothing but rough for the Nova, and though he usually doesn't stray far from his husband, sometimes Remi has things to do or wants to go out with their son, and Ronin has to entertain himself. And what can he say? The Hart has always been a vast source of entertainment.
Receiving his drink and shooting it back smoothly, he raises a brow as he accidentally jostles the arm of the man next to him. "Sorry," Ronin mutters to Astaroth automatically, voice roughened by the alcohol.
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
