[ME] one shot, two shot, coppertone-red

// May the road rise up to meet you //

Right. She had indeed said that. Then the great silence had commenced, and her sudden change of heart, and now she seemed to be doing it all over again; blundering in with all intent and no skill. Heat flooded Maea's cheeks as the dismissal sank in. While Astaroth and Dantalion left to find a table, she bowed mutely after their backs, acknowledging her overstep; turning away to distance herself from them, her feet took her towards the bar like a sleepwalker, trying and failing not to take Asta's words to heart.

No heartbreak, was the rule of the event, right? She'd have to drink to that. "Got anything tart?" she asked of Vesper, as she slipped in to lean against the counter heedless of her sleeves soaking up spilled droplets, glitter and sweat from other customers. The surprise of seeing him here was fleeting; half the region was present, so why not this guy, too. "The bitterer, the better." After that penance, maybe she'd try something sweet, the deceptively strong kind of drink that'd make her forget about mistakes and consequences and maybe accidentally have some fun. How's that for a change? 

Smiling back at Sohalia, Maea's gaze trailed out across the milling crowd, searching for Liam, finding Hadama and offering a slight wave, gliding over faces of strangers and acquaintances both before eventually returning her attention to the bar and awaiting solace.

Maea

// May the wind be at your back //