enemies to lovers, but you'll never own my heart
Nodding, because it absolutely was a safe choice, Caly settles in to watch the show. She downs the rest of the mojito in the time it takes for it to really start going, in which case she lets her auburn gaze flick along Thalassa’s crew members and how they seem to have like a buzzword that gets them singing. Snorting, Caly exhales a soft breath, letting her gaze flit toward the leather working merchant, head tilting slightly to see his outrage. Giggling to herself, its drowned out by the way the crew grows even louder with the bad review.
Rolling her eyes as he storms out, she shrugs her thin shoulders, nodding to the bartender to fill Thalassa’s and her own, something of a better quality than the worse option she’d been drinking before - Caly could tell, given the scent that lingered in her glass. With her own mojito refilled, she downs a fair amount of it as her head spins a bit and she tilts her attention back toward Thal playfully. “Good one.” She deigns to admit after Thal’s glass is filled again.
Rolling her eyes as he storms out, she shrugs her thin shoulders, nodding to the bartender to fill Thalassa’s and her own, something of a better quality than the worse option she’d been drinking before - Caly could tell, given the scent that lingered in her glass. With her own mojito refilled, she downs a fair amount of it as her head spins a bit and she tilts her attention back toward Thal playfully. “Good one.” She deigns to admit after Thal’s glass is filled again.
Calypso
one-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart
