Now we one, two, three, four, five shots deep
Vesper Marin
 
Bartender
Age: 23 | Height: 6'2 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: King's End | Level: 6
STR: 24 - DEX: 30 - END: 30 - LUCK: 29 - ARC: 100 - INT: - HP: 180 - BASE ROLL: 59
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Vesper doesn’t move when Sohalia joins him. He waits until she’s close enough to catch the scent of her—saltwind and citrus, maybe something fainter underneath—before he shifts, slow as syrup. One arm braces against the shelf to her left, the other slides to the right, effectively caging her between long limbs and the wood-smooth curve of the bar. He doesn’t touch her. He doesn’t need to. At 6’2", his presence is a shadow that leans into hers, all heat and stillness and faint-smirking mischief. 

His mouth is near her ear now, not so much whispering as making space for just the two of them in the riot of music and laughter. She'd gotten herself all dolled up for tonight and it'd be a damn shame if she thought no one appreciated the effort she'd put in. "We’re makin’ what Caly calls the Marin Flight." He says it like it’s a secret. "Three drinks, one for each of us. Nova’s is bright and sweet and’ll knock you sideways. Caly’s is golden and sharp with just enough kick to keep you from thinkin’ straight. Mine?" His breath ghosts close to her temple, lips curving. "Dark and strong. You’ll know it when you taste it."

He might’ve said more, but Theea ’s voice lifts over the din, asking Sohalia if she’s having a shot too. Vesper straightens just enough to flash a grin toward her—slow, wicked, and very, very sure of the answer. "Oh, absolutely she is," he says, drawl thick with amusement.

With fluid precision, he grabs two cut-crystal shot glasses and pours a syrupy peach and starfruit mix into the base, topping it with high-proof vanilla rum and a swirl of edible glitter that catches the light like constellations. Two maraschino cherries plunk into the glasses last, sunk like secrets in the summer-sweet gold. He slides one toward Sohalia, the other to Theea. "Sunshine in a glass."
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