Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
Thal accepted the glass with a nod of appreciation, taking a large sip as she listened to Maea. The liquor seared a path down her throat, burning a comfortable pit in her stomach. At the mention of 'projects,' she was reminded of the experiment and how it had caused so much tension between them. Or the ghost before that, when they'd practically dissected the pale Ancient's dark past. They didn't seem to work well together in an official capacity, even if the Run Fountain had gone well enough. Thal made a note to stay out of Maea's projects for a while. So rather than comment on the business side, she just grinned.
Not much had happened since the hunt. She'd been preparing her crew for the approaching LongNight, putting aside her own desires to cause trouble at every waking moment. "Fine. Although sadly nothing exciting or entertaining. I could use something to get my heart rate up." Thal pointedly ignored the man but made sure her words were loud enough for him to hear.
Leaning onto the counter, she took another swig of her whiskey, letting it swish around her tongue to draw out the flavor. It had a depth that satisfied her palette and she rotated the glass to watch the amber liquid swirl. Before she had a chance to comment on the vintage, her drink was jostled, sloshing onto the counter. Quick as a serpent, she was spinning to pin the culprit with a searing blue gaze that promised death.
The man was obviously well into his cups, stumbling drunkenly and bumping into everything within reach. His more 'responsible' friends were laughing and raising their glasses at his antics. Before she could threaten violence, the man bumped into the counter, slurring a chuckle as he looked down at her. "P-prethy mermaid - " With a confused glance at her feet and horns, he cocked his head in befuddled curiosity. " - lotht your thail?" His buddies burst out in loud rumbles of laughter at his supposed insult, but he just continued to look perplexed as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he dropped to the floor with a crash. More clapping and brutish humor ensued while Thal just glared down, kicking his arm off her barstool without a drop of sympathy. If he couldn't hold his liquor, he shouldn't be in public. It was disgusting.
She lifted her glass in pity and sighed. Giving Maea a frustrated roll of her eyes, she asked, "Could I get another?" The man's words hung oddly in the air and Thal tried to ignore the strange choice of insults.
Not much had happened since the hunt. She'd been preparing her crew for the approaching LongNight, putting aside her own desires to cause trouble at every waking moment. "Fine. Although sadly nothing exciting or entertaining. I could use something to get my heart rate up." Thal pointedly ignored the man but made sure her words were loud enough for him to hear.
Leaning onto the counter, she took another swig of her whiskey, letting it swish around her tongue to draw out the flavor. It had a depth that satisfied her palette and she rotated the glass to watch the amber liquid swirl. Before she had a chance to comment on the vintage, her drink was jostled, sloshing onto the counter. Quick as a serpent, she was spinning to pin the culprit with a searing blue gaze that promised death.
The man was obviously well into his cups, stumbling drunkenly and bumping into everything within reach. His more 'responsible' friends were laughing and raising their glasses at his antics. Before she could threaten violence, the man bumped into the counter, slurring a chuckle as he looked down at her. "P-prethy mermaid - " With a confused glance at her feet and horns, he cocked his head in befuddled curiosity. " - lotht your thail?" His buddies burst out in loud rumbles of laughter at his supposed insult, but he just continued to look perplexed as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he dropped to the floor with a crash. More clapping and brutish humor ensued while Thal just glared down, kicking his arm off her barstool without a drop of sympathy. If he couldn't hold his liquor, he shouldn't be in public. It was disgusting.
She lifted her glass in pity and sighed. Giving Maea a frustrated roll of her eyes, she asked, "Could I get another?" The man's words hung oddly in the air and Thal tried to ignore the strange choice of insults.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
