Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
As the woman comes to face her more fully, Thal lets out a scoff of a laugh. "Safe." Not that she minds winning a free drink, even if it is a little underwhelming. Her eyes say as much as she nods her head in agreement to the stakes, leaning back against the bar top to finish her bourbon as the men guzzle more tankards of ale.
It doesn't take long for the show to start, only a few seconds in fact, a jumble of off-key notes starting as one man bumps against another when someone mentions a buzz word that sparks a song. One becomes many as the drink spurs them on, a few laughing or grumbling before joining in on the mandatory revelry. Like all sea-shanties, it's a loud, obnoxious ruckus with curse words and filthy vulgarity that would make most women blush. Thal simply smiles, humming a little as she recalls the tune, glancing towards the woman to give her a nonchalant shrug.
The other man in question begins to turn red in the face, downing his drink as he turns to glare at her crew. Just like every other night, he raises an indignant fist, "Do you have to sing that monstrosity every time?!" And just like every other night, her crew lets out a jolly laugh, lifting their glasses in return as they increase the volume of their song. It sends the tanner jumping to his feet as he grabs at his coat, storming to the door so he might find some peace and quiet at another establishment.
Everything having gone exactly as usual, Thal turns to the other woman, a pleased glint in her eyes as she raises an expectant eyebrow and her empty glass.
It doesn't take long for the show to start, only a few seconds in fact, a jumble of off-key notes starting as one man bumps against another when someone mentions a buzz word that sparks a song. One becomes many as the drink spurs them on, a few laughing or grumbling before joining in on the mandatory revelry. Like all sea-shanties, it's a loud, obnoxious ruckus with curse words and filthy vulgarity that would make most women blush. Thal simply smiles, humming a little as she recalls the tune, glancing towards the woman to give her a nonchalant shrug.
The other man in question begins to turn red in the face, downing his drink as he turns to glare at her crew. Just like every other night, he raises an indignant fist, "Do you have to sing that monstrosity every time?!" And just like every other night, her crew lets out a jolly laugh, lifting their glasses in return as they increase the volume of their song. It sends the tanner jumping to his feet as he grabs at his coat, storming to the door so he might find some peace and quiet at another establishment.
Everything having gone exactly as usual, Thal turns to the other woman, a pleased glint in her eyes as she raises an expectant eyebrow and her empty glass.
