Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
The men burst out in a fit of obnoxiously drunken laughter, a few hitting the table as they see the man sprawled on the floor, his tankard somehow still upright in his hand. One of them reaches out a boot to shove the limp form, earning a low groan that sends them into another clamor of smacks and booming laughter. At least they haven't started singing yet.
Thal takes in the antics like it's just another Monday, not even a glimmer in her eyes to indicate surprise. She looks sidelong at the woman, catching the way her amber eyes look a little too sharp to make the question innocent. It elicits a chuckle from the captain as she lifts her glass to her lips. "The fact that you had to ask." Taking a mouthful of her bourbon, she lets it linger on her tongue before it slips down her throat. Her tongue flicks out to run along her fangs, sparing a glance in the woman's direction as she adds, "Most people who play couldn't care less what the odds are. If you expect to win, you can't worry about what you might lose."
Thal takes in the antics like it's just another Monday, not even a glimmer in her eyes to indicate surprise. She looks sidelong at the woman, catching the way her amber eyes look a little too sharp to make the question innocent. It elicits a chuckle from the captain as she lifts her glass to her lips. "The fact that you had to ask." Taking a mouthful of her bourbon, she lets it linger on her tongue before it slips down her throat. Her tongue flicks out to run along her fangs, sparing a glance in the woman's direction as she adds, "Most people who play couldn't care less what the odds are. If you expect to win, you can't worry about what you might lose."
