enemies to lovers, but you'll never own my heart
The buzz of liquor in her system has Caly snickering to her Thalassa’s answer, giving the woman a playfully cunning smile. “You’re clever, aren’t ya?” She asks, raising a brow playfully before she swings a little in her seat to help let the Ancient join her, while also able to twist and look to the group that she gestures to.
The bet in question causes a groan to leave Caly, her amber gaze warm as it slides back to the Ancient. “Ain’t too fair if ya know ‘em.” Which, as far as the young attuned can tell, Thal knows them very well. “I… bet that you’re gonna be right.” Winking the eye with the star underneath it, Caly snickers to herself because she knows that isn’t really a good answer.
Contemplating for a few moments as she gauges the sun from where it’s presently at, she smirks to Thalassa. “I bet that merchant with a fat round face that smells like leather –” she pauses, very minutely jutting her chin to the man in question currently eyeing up Thalassa’s crew, “– will complain immediately to the bartender if they do.”
The bet in question causes a groan to leave Caly, her amber gaze warm as it slides back to the Ancient. “Ain’t too fair if ya know ‘em.” Which, as far as the young attuned can tell, Thal knows them very well. “I… bet that you’re gonna be right.” Winking the eye with the star underneath it, Caly snickers to herself because she knows that isn’t really a good answer.
Contemplating for a few moments as she gauges the sun from where it’s presently at, she smirks to Thalassa. “I bet that merchant with a fat round face that smells like leather –” she pauses, very minutely jutting her chin to the man in question currently eyeing up Thalassa’s crew, “– will complain immediately to the bartender if they do.”
Calypso
one-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart
