Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Snorting behind a barely suppressed smile, Maea could only agree. "Oh, I'm as surprised as you are," she said wryly, taking a sip of the rum. It felt coarse on her tongue, as unfamiliar to her palate as most of the activities that went on in this house, and yet she didn't hate. Only disliked her lack of connection to either, and the loss of a place and role to fill. "It's true, though. I probably know this place just as well as the Atheneum by now." Resting her chin in the palm, Maea gazed out over the hall. Recognized faces of people even when names eluded her, knew the next shift of bartenders that would replace the current - she shrugged again. "It's weird, isn't it? The bar is the only part of the offers I'm ever likely to indulge in."
Raising a brow at the owner, her smile invited questions if he had any.
Raising a brow at the owner, her smile invited questions if he had any.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
