Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
Thal throws back the rest of her cheap bourbon, not even starting to feel the liquor touch her senses as she summons the bartender for another with a nod of her head. She doesn't look at the woman as she answers, her tone confidently nonchalant. "I don't lose unless it's in my best interest, so no." Perhaps others would see it as stubbornness, but she saw it as good business.
Finally deigning to take a seat rather than continue propping against the bar, Thal accepts her refilled glass and flashes her new companion a cunning grin. "A betting game." It's intentionally vague, leaving anything and everything on the table, a playful opportunity for creativity. "For example," she raises her glass to indicate her crew across the bar, "I bet they'll start singing in the next five minutes." Thal can already see a few of them starting to sway, their laughter turning less intentional in their inebriated states. Knowing her crew, it won't be long.
Finally deigning to take a seat rather than continue propping against the bar, Thal accepts her refilled glass and flashes her new companion a cunning grin. "A betting game." It's intentionally vague, leaving anything and everything on the table, a playful opportunity for creativity. "For example," she raises her glass to indicate her crew across the bar, "I bet they'll start singing in the next five minutes." Thal can already see a few of them starting to sway, their laughter turning less intentional in their inebriated states. Knowing her crew, it won't be long.
