liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
The sound of the door has Neron straightening up and the temperature dropping, the Hailstorm going from barman to battlemage in an instant. His shoulders relax, at least, at the sight of his boss, and the area around him is slowly starting to thaw as he returns to stacking the wine bottles. "And risk you getting robbed? Or me getting murdered?" He gasps softly, shaking his head as if to say the entire idea is absurd.
"Besides, it isn't as though you don't have a key, is it?" He points out, turning with a frosted glass and a bottle of whiskey in hand. With a flourish, he pours Sunjata a measure and slides it across to him, before promptly returning to his delivery. "Then again, if you hired a doorman, we wouldn't have this problem."
"Besides, it isn't as though you don't have a key, is it?" He points out, turning with a frosted glass and a bottle of whiskey in hand. With a flourish, he pours Sunjata a measure and slides it across to him, before promptly returning to his delivery. "Then again, if you hired a doorman, we wouldn't have this problem."
Neron
