Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
'Losing' isn't something Thal likes to do - as anyone who knows her will quickly reveal. It's uncomfortably close to showing weakness, to being weak, and she refuses to toe that line. Even if she has to steal, cheat, or kill, she'd result to any means that put her on the winning side. That's why the woman's response elicits a low, melodic chuckle. "I'll have to take your word for it."
Thal takes another slow sip of her bourbon, catching the peculiar glint of a star against the golden beauty's cheek. It's suspiciously familiar, and her blue gaze lingers for a moment longer than before, curious. She looks casually away again as her crew props the drunk man against the table leg, balancing empty tankards on his head. "Why don't we play a little game of our own?" When she turns back, her smile is sharp and full of mischief. "You can even set the stakes."
Thal takes another slow sip of her bourbon, catching the peculiar glint of a star against the golden beauty's cheek. It's suspiciously familiar, and her blue gaze lingers for a moment longer than before, curious. She looks casually away again as her crew props the drunk man against the table leg, balancing empty tankards on his head. "Why don't we play a little game of our own?" When she turns back, her smile is sharp and full of mischief. "You can even set the stakes."
