Pierce
It’s a highway that goes both ways – he hadn’t sought her out and she hadn’t sought him out. And while she suffers through the bitterness of it, Pierce is indifferent at best. He’s been busy, you see. “And yet you’re here.” Comes the low rumble of his voice, the lingering tone easily slipped into as he watches the bartender slip forward to give him a glass of Caido’s equivalent to Everclear. Glancing at the glass that looks as though it has nothing more than water within, he knows better given that it’d come from the top shelf.
He watches her hair part where her horns sit, as she doesn’t look back at him. It gives him a perfect view of what might be going on in that mind of hers, enough that the bruiser nods and snorts a little. “Yeah, I can tell.” He says simply, matter of fact-ly, because he’d noticed the game she was trying to play while he was playing his own. And he’s pretty sure he could squish the little shadowy demigod with a finger if he wanted to.
But he doesn’t, not yet anyway. Not until the kid starts to become a real pain in his ass.
She meets his gaze finally and his smirk deepens, her ocean waves for eyes harboring disinterest, but only partially so. Breaking his attention from her to down a good portion of the strong liquor, the bruiser sets the glass down before he looks back to her. “Seems to me like you’re tryin’ to get my attention.” He admits with his own playfully disinterested tone, large shoulders shrugging. “So, you’ve got it for the night. What kinda trouble are you really lookin’ for?”
He watches her hair part where her horns sit, as she doesn’t look back at him. It gives him a perfect view of what might be going on in that mind of hers, enough that the bruiser nods and snorts a little. “Yeah, I can tell.” He says simply, matter of fact-ly, because he’d noticed the game she was trying to play while he was playing his own. And he’s pretty sure he could squish the little shadowy demigod with a finger if he wanted to.
But he doesn’t, not yet anyway. Not until the kid starts to become a real pain in his ass.
She meets his gaze finally and his smirk deepens, her ocean waves for eyes harboring disinterest, but only partially so. Breaking his attention from her to down a good portion of the strong liquor, the bruiser sets the glass down before he looks back to her. “Seems to me like you’re tryin’ to get my attention.” He admits with his own playfully disinterested tone, large shoulders shrugging. “So, you’ve got it for the night. What kinda trouble are you really lookin’ for?”
