And it burns like a gin and I like it,
The scurrying of the bartender doesn't go unnoticed, and Thal taps a light finger against the wood as he rushes to pour his best whiskey. His hand tremors lightly as he slides her the glass, making sure to stay well out of range. She's bringing it to her lips when she feels a familiar presence at her side, one she wouldn't have easily forgotten even after so much time. It sends an excited thrill down her spine, but she doesn't immediately acknowledge him, taking a long swig of her drink while he orders his own.
The deep sound of his voice settles comfortably in her ear, dark and mysterious in the thrum of the bar. She dangles her glass before her, casual in his presence like it didn't make her heart beat a little faster to have his solid chest pressed against her. Her shoulders come up in a shrug that's almost accusing. "Me neither; since I didn't really have a reason to." Maybe there's some misguided bitterness there after her last few days, or maybe she's a little annoyed that he hadn't sought her out. Either way, her tone is flat, like he's just any other man who approaches her every other night.
She can practically feel the smirk on his face, knowing that if she looked at it, she might forget any annoyances in favor of something far more enticing. However, she tilts her head to look at the shifting of the liquor in her glass, her cascade of dark waves parting around her horns as she says mischievously, "I've been keeping myself entertained." As Pierce has already noticed now, before, and maybe even at the carnival, Thal is quite good at finding ways to solve her own boredom; always the independent woman. To remind him of that fact, she doesn't give in to his tease, choosing to play hard to get after so many seasons of silence. "Why? Should I?" She finally looks to him, a playful 'disinterest' in her eyes that's completely unfazed by his looming proximity.
The deep sound of his voice settles comfortably in her ear, dark and mysterious in the thrum of the bar. She dangles her glass before her, casual in his presence like it didn't make her heart beat a little faster to have his solid chest pressed against her. Her shoulders come up in a shrug that's almost accusing. "Me neither; since I didn't really have a reason to." Maybe there's some misguided bitterness there after her last few days, or maybe she's a little annoyed that he hadn't sought her out. Either way, her tone is flat, like he's just any other man who approaches her every other night.
She can practically feel the smirk on his face, knowing that if she looked at it, she might forget any annoyances in favor of something far more enticing. However, she tilts her head to look at the shifting of the liquor in her glass, her cascade of dark waves parting around her horns as she says mischievously, "I've been keeping myself entertained." As Pierce has already noticed now, before, and maybe even at the carnival, Thal is quite good at finding ways to solve her own boredom; always the independent woman. To remind him of that fact, she doesn't give in to his tease, choosing to play hard to get after so many seasons of silence. "Why? Should I?" She finally looks to him, a playful 'disinterest' in her eyes that's completely unfazed by his looming proximity.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
