Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
It should come as no surprise to anyone that Thal is part of said 'rambunctious group,' her crew whining over how she never lets them win anything. It wasn't her fault most of them had never learned to count over five, or that the cards had been literally stacked in her favor. Okay. Maybe that part was her fault - but they were idiots for failing to catch the cheating. They're pirates. They should know better.
A headache starts to bloom from all their obnoxious voices, and Thal throws back the rest of her bourbon. "Fine. You guys play without me. I need another drink." A few grumble and moan as she leaves, smacking the sore loser upside the head with an annoyed, "Look wha' ya did. This's why Captain ne'er plays wi' us." She doesn't correct them, even as she knows that's not the only reason.
Her heeled leather boots click across the floor as she approaches the barkeep, the confident stride and sway of her hips drawing some attention. She's hard to miss with the dark arching horns, swishing tail, and wild wavy hair that frames her piercing blue eyes, although few risk approaching her when they spot the collection of daggers strapped to her body. That just makes her progress through the bar that much easier, and she sidles up to the bar top, raising her empty glass for a refill as she takes a seat, her focus straying on the growing ruckus of her crew. At least they're having a good time.
A headache starts to bloom from all their obnoxious voices, and Thal throws back the rest of her bourbon. "Fine. You guys play without me. I need another drink." A few grumble and moan as she leaves, smacking the sore loser upside the head with an annoyed, "Look wha' ya did. This's why Captain ne'er plays wi' us." She doesn't correct them, even as she knows that's not the only reason.
Her heeled leather boots click across the floor as she approaches the barkeep, the confident stride and sway of her hips drawing some attention. She's hard to miss with the dark arching horns, swishing tail, and wild wavy hair that frames her piercing blue eyes, although few risk approaching her when they spot the collection of daggers strapped to her body. That just makes her progress through the bar that much easier, and she sidles up to the bar top, raising her empty glass for a refill as she takes a seat, her focus straying on the growing ruckus of her crew. At least they're having a good time.
