Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
Lowering her drink to the counter, she gives the woman a little more attention than before. She won't say it's because she's Vesper's sister. No, even if it's not that impressive, Caly has to have some level of connections or observational skills to know her ship's name. A small smirk is about as much of a compliment she'll get from Thal, a hum joining the chorus of music. "Hm. Not bad. I'm glad to hear my reputation precedes me." She can only assume that if she knows The Marauder, she knows the name of its fearsome captain, but Thal doesn't ask, her smile turning a little sharper with unashamed cockiness.
Her glass raises to her lips again, enjoying a deeper sip as she ignores the interruption of laughter from their crew as their opening song of the night finishes and they sweep into the next ditty. As the bourbon slides down her throat, she raises an eyebrow in her direction. "Well, Caly, why don't you start us off this time?" Pick a bet, pick the stakes, change the topic. Thal isn't picky. She just needs to kill the time until her sailors start passing out.
Her glass raises to her lips again, enjoying a deeper sip as she ignores the interruption of laughter from their crew as their opening song of the night finishes and they sweep into the next ditty. As the bourbon slides down her throat, she raises an eyebrow in her direction. "Well, Caly, why don't you start us off this time?" Pick a bet, pick the stakes, change the topic. Thal isn't picky. She just needs to kill the time until her sailors start passing out.
