// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
"Tear cocktails? Is that something new I should be thinking about stealing for the Dusklight?" Danta calls to Flora as he all but barges through the door to the bar. It's noon, they're on vacation, and his favourite guildmistress and fellow blonde chaos-maker is already inviting him to get wasted? Count him the fuck in. Snagging a shot from someone passing by with a tray of them, tossing it back, and then grabbing another, he raises the second in a cheerful toast to The Hanged Man's proprietress - at least for the rest of tonight, anyway.
"I hope you're ready to get into a fuckton of trouble tonight," he hums, then sinks the second shot as well. Dressed in a pair of pale denim jeans and a white string shirt that looks like it's been macraméd onto him personally and is at risk of unravelling at any moment, even though he has nothing to fear from the heat of the season, evidently that's no excuse not to dress for the occasion.
"I hope you're ready to get into a fuckton of trouble tonight," he hums, then sinks the second shot as well. Dressed in a pair of pale denim jeans and a white string shirt that looks like it's been macraméd onto him personally and is at risk of unravelling at any moment, even though he has nothing to fear from the heat of the season, evidently that's no excuse not to dress for the occasion.
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
