// Different night, same rodeo //
She's angled herself purposefully to keep watch over the door, but she's abandoned her post, so to speak, just long enough that he slips in unnoticed. She's too caught up on trying to put words to the lips and expressions passing between the couple, wondering if he's actually that oblivious to the way her laugh is all nervous and placating, or if he's better fed by it.
Remi's presence pulls her back to the table a moment before his voice does, eyes flicking to his with a warm register. Can't say she's really ever had the pleasure of getting to know the Bastion beyond a glance and the reputation that prevails, for better or worse. A smile dawns across her features, a hand waving away his apology quickly, "don't be, I came early." She also has the benefit of not having to travel. "Can I get you something?" she asks with a tilt of her bottle towards him and a tap of her fingers along the table, an invitation for him to settle and join her. "Could make your own artwork to take home," she suggests wryly.
Remi's presence pulls her back to the table a moment before his voice does, eyes flicking to his with a warm register. Can't say she's really ever had the pleasure of getting to know the Bastion beyond a glance and the reputation that prevails, for better or worse. A smile dawns across her features, a hand waving away his apology quickly, "don't be, I came early." She also has the benefit of not having to travel. "Can I get you something?" she asks with a tilt of her bottle towards him and a tap of her fingers along the table, an invitation for him to settle and join her. "Could make your own artwork to take home," she suggests wryly.
Colt
// Set me on fire, put me out like smoke //
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
