Nova
Here's to alcohol,
It's still too early for the bar to be busy, and despite her seeming lack of interest in learning to properly mix drinks, Nova's gotten enough complaints about the flavor profiles of her own concoctions to suggest that maybe she should actually know what she's doing. That way she can make the drinks taste as good as they look.
Her eyes turn to Vesper, peeking out from the pink and orange strand of hair. They shine with amusement while her feet dangle from the counter. "So what's this one called again?" He's already made it for her twice, but other than the color and the glittery sugar rim, she doesn't remember anything about it. The colorful light from the stained glass doesn't help, distracting her every time he starts the process over - although she can't deny that she likes seeing him get more and more annoyed with each time she asks. It's obvious in the sparkling of her thoughts and the mischievous smirk of her lips that feigns innocence whenever she tilts her head.
Her eyes turn to Vesper, peeking out from the pink and orange strand of hair. They shine with amusement while her feet dangle from the counter. "So what's this one called again?" He's already made it for her twice, but other than the color and the glittery sugar rim, she doesn't remember anything about it. The colorful light from the stained glass doesn't help, distracting her every time he starts the process over - although she can't deny that she likes seeing him get more and more annoyed with each time she asks. It's obvious in the sparkling of her thoughts and the mischievous smirk of her lips that feigns innocence whenever she tilts her head.
the rose-colored glasses of life.
