// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
"Floraaaaaa," Danta croons back at the queen from his usual place seated on the countertop of the Dusklight bar, one leg propped on his knee at the ankle, a cigarette between his fingers sending curls of fragrant smoke up into the rafters. Around them the brothel is abuzz with the usual pleasures of the early evening, and patrons enjoy a mix of food, drink and each other while a musician strums a slow and easy tune on a guitar nearby.
"What a fetching cloak," he continues, putting out his cigarette and reaching instead for the small amount of whiskey left in his glass, smoothly knocking it back before slipping down off the counter to greet her properly. The Maverick is dressed tonight in a sage green shirt and dark pants complemented by a pair of suspenders embroidered with silver thread, and he holds out a hand as bedecked with rings as the Doubletake's own fingers to welcome her to the bar.
"Is it a cocktail night? Or something quite a bit stronger?" he wonders.
"What a fetching cloak," he continues, putting out his cigarette and reaching instead for the small amount of whiskey left in his glass, smoothly knocking it back before slipping down off the counter to greet her properly. The Maverick is dressed tonight in a sage green shirt and dark pants complemented by a pair of suspenders embroidered with silver thread, and he holds out a hand as bedecked with rings as the Doubletake's own fingers to welcome her to the bar.
"Is it a cocktail night? Or something quite a bit stronger?" he wonders.
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
