// You've got your demons
All Thorn can offer as a response to the fact King’s End would be lucky to have him with the confidence of his ‘good luck charm’ is a bright laugh, because the brothel is before them and Thorn makes a soft little show of entering the building, swiftly shedding his outer shawl he’d worn for the trek to leave himself in a rather translucent and pale, low hanging tank top on his frame.
What can he say, he gets paid for the view.
“Of course I enjoy it.” Thorn chimes, flashing Ronin a grin over his shoulder, already heading through the hall toward the bar in question. “I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t.” He tacks on with a knowing grin, before he bobs his head with a nod. Soon enough, the expanse of the bar and eatery area is before them, a rustic look with a warm fireplace in the back for cold nights. Today, however, being Longheat has simply offered the opening of the multitude of windows, creating swift little breezes as Thorn pops onto a stool and swivels. “I was hoping you’d offer to buy something.” He teases, looking to the bartender with a knowing grin (if only because this particular bartender found him relatively annoying, evident in how the man focuses his attention on Ronin as opposed to the younger man). ’Don’t mind him, he’s easily bored and picks whoever’s available to annoy.’ The bartender says knowingly, while Thorn offers a huff of a dramatic gasp and a hand over his chest, clearly not that put off by it. ’What can I get you?’
What can he say, he gets paid for the view.
“Of course I enjoy it.” Thorn chimes, flashing Ronin a grin over his shoulder, already heading through the hall toward the bar in question. “I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t.” He tacks on with a knowing grin, before he bobs his head with a nod. Soon enough, the expanse of the bar and eatery area is before them, a rustic look with a warm fireplace in the back for cold nights. Today, however, being Longheat has simply offered the opening of the multitude of windows, creating swift little breezes as Thorn pops onto a stool and swivels. “I was hoping you’d offer to buy something.” He teases, looking to the bartender with a knowing grin (if only because this particular bartender found him relatively annoying, evident in how the man focuses his attention on Ronin as opposed to the younger man). ’Don’t mind him, he’s easily bored and picks whoever’s available to annoy.’ The bartender says knowingly, while Thorn offers a huff of a dramatic gasp and a hand over his chest, clearly not that put off by it. ’What can I get you?’
Thorn
and darling, they all look like me //
