Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
In answer to the woman's question, Thal gives her a cheeky grin, knowing full well that she has a sharp mind, even if it's nice to hear the subtle compliment from time to time. Her smile turns crooked as she takes a slow sip of her bourbon, her words nearly as sweet as the alcohol on her tongue. "I never said anything about 'fair.'" Because what kind of pirate captain would she be if she left it all to chance and probability?
The woman's first answer earns her a scoff and an exasperated glance. However, as she follows the jut of her chin, she spots a familiar face across the way. 'Smells like leather' is an apt description of the merchant who frequents the bar, considering he tans and sells hides. If she recalls correctly (and she usually dose), the man often storms out once the singing starts, but not before he yells some choice words in their direction.
Thal smiles knowingly, uncaring whether the woman knows that she's messed up. "I'll take you on that bet." Turning back to meet the sunny lady, she lifts her glass to tilt it in her direction. "I'll even let you decide what we're playing for." It's not a game without stakes, and they have a few more minutes until the singing starts.
The woman's first answer earns her a scoff and an exasperated glance. However, as she follows the jut of her chin, she spots a familiar face across the way. 'Smells like leather' is an apt description of the merchant who frequents the bar, considering he tans and sells hides. If she recalls correctly (and she usually dose), the man often storms out once the singing starts, but not before he yells some choice words in their direction.
Thal smiles knowingly, uncaring whether the woman knows that she's messed up. "I'll take you on that bet." Turning back to meet the sunny lady, she lifts her glass to tilt it in her direction. "I'll even let you decide what we're playing for." It's not a game without stakes, and they have a few more minutes until the singing starts.
