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Enthusiasm is possibly the last thing she needs, so Jack's half-hearted warning is heeded, though she can't keep the curl of amusement at bay in imagining the large lad trying his best. She just might have to send a box of stick horses one day, for Bassian, definitely not to rile the crew up. Matching cowboy hats with an elastic chin strap too. She'll save that for a rainy day.
Tequila in hand, chilled and unwrapped, she takes a swig while she glances the way he gestures. The heat of the liquor settles familiar and welcome as she fully takes in the ship and its rusty sails, admiring it as one might art they don't quite get but can appreciate the effort that built it. "Hmm, and here I thought you were just a fancy bartender." As for the ups and downs of it all, seems that's just life, but good to know the old saying about green grass seems to hold true.
"I think Ludo would appreciate it honestly," she commends with a tilt to her lips, drifting closer like a wreck she can't keep from watching. She sets her bottle down next to the box, pulling out a strand of black ribbon that she holds up with one eye closed against the fabric he's unrolling. "Probably," she sighs, placing the ribbon to the side while she digs around for something else. "I'm never one to miss a party, but I gotta say, I'm not fond of the dress code or all the mystery." She pulls out something with hanging fringe, which she puts in a different pile. "I prefer to know who I'm dancing with, or at least know what they look like. So, maybe I'll just watch. Bound to be something interesting happening if no one knows who anyone is." Sounds like a minefield of mistakes to be honest, or the opportunity to take something and pass it off as such, which is a mess she'd rather stay out of.
Tequila in hand, chilled and unwrapped, she takes a swig while she glances the way he gestures. The heat of the liquor settles familiar and welcome as she fully takes in the ship and its rusty sails, admiring it as one might art they don't quite get but can appreciate the effort that built it. "Hmm, and here I thought you were just a fancy bartender." As for the ups and downs of it all, seems that's just life, but good to know the old saying about green grass seems to hold true.
"I think Ludo would appreciate it honestly," she commends with a tilt to her lips, drifting closer like a wreck she can't keep from watching. She sets her bottle down next to the box, pulling out a strand of black ribbon that she holds up with one eye closed against the fabric he's unrolling. "Probably," she sighs, placing the ribbon to the side while she digs around for something else. "I'm never one to miss a party, but I gotta say, I'm not fond of the dress code or all the mystery." She pulls out something with hanging fringe, which she puts in a different pile. "I prefer to know who I'm dancing with, or at least know what they look like. So, maybe I'll just watch. Bound to be something interesting happening if no one knows who anyone is." Sounds like a minefield of mistakes to be honest, or the opportunity to take something and pass it off as such, which is a mess she'd rather stay out of.
If I go missing, don't bother looking, I'm probably just riding the wind
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
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.
