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Pierce

He does have an uncanny ability to just vanish. Maybe it had been on purpose, maybe it had not been. Either way, its very clear that she doesn’t see him immediately as she enters. So Pierce watches the show – because Thal was perfect for giving a nice performance. He’d known that already. Still, the mug of the beer hides the smirk on his face at the display of the man’s outrage, the too-warm hand the Captain lays on his arm to get him to release the pretty brunette.

Waiting easily, because one the threat has been established, Thalassa has the largest berth around her in comparison to the rest of the White Hart. Pierce bides his time, watching as she downs the random amber liquid before making her order. And he watches as the bartender immediately gets to work, filling a glass for her in the hopes she doesn’t turn those fiery hands back on him.

Pierce has very little qualms about the fear Thalassa instills in the patrons for the night, however, boots dropping to the floor from the table they were propped on. Standing with his mug in hand, he downs the rest and sidles in right beside Thalassa – quite close to her, enough that the muscle of his chest could brush against her shoulder as he slides the empty glass over toward the bartender. “Something stronger.” Comes the baritone request demand. “Wasn’t sure you’d be back so soon.” He trills playfully, sliding his gaze over toward her with that same small half hidden and arrogant smirk. “Didja miss me?”