enjoy the ride
She’s kept to herself, keeping a relatively low profile and worked since the revelation of her father leaving and Kaisel staying in Torchline, trying to prevent it from being a thing that sends her in a rage again and again. In fact, she’s almost gotten used to the fact that he isn’t visiting the Hanged Man, content to feel as though she doesn’t need to keep scouring the bar lest she see him.
So, today is like any other day, unaware and unfortunately unprepared, the sunshine girl flashes a sunny smile at the group in the back as she collects their money and snags the empty glasses as they filter out, piling them up on a tray as she begins to drift back toward the bar itself. She wears warm wool black pants, a golden sweater with a scalloped V neckline. Her hair’s pulled up, the comb in her hair from Vesper glints faintly from under the chandeliers and golden jewelry settles along her chest and ears (though they earrings aren’t the ones Kaisel had given her).
She sets the tray down and snags one of the glasses to dunk in the bucket to be cleaned later when she hears her name called out and stills almost immediately, the slight sneer tugging on her face suddenly vanishes before she’s looking over and spots Kaisel with his head in his hand, propped up by his elbow, in a sweater with a drink of some kind in hand that one of the helpers had grabbed for him.
“Kaisel.” She says flatly, not stopping what she’s doing as she continues to dunk the empty glasses before she moves onto the sink to clean them out, focused on her task in a way that would allow him to speak if he felt inclined to.
So, today is like any other day, unaware and unfortunately unprepared, the sunshine girl flashes a sunny smile at the group in the back as she collects their money and snags the empty glasses as they filter out, piling them up on a tray as she begins to drift back toward the bar itself. She wears warm wool black pants, a golden sweater with a scalloped V neckline. Her hair’s pulled up, the comb in her hair from Vesper glints faintly from under the chandeliers and golden jewelry settles along her chest and ears (though they earrings aren’t the ones Kaisel had given her).
She sets the tray down and snags one of the glasses to dunk in the bucket to be cleaned later when she hears her name called out and stills almost immediately, the slight sneer tugging on her face suddenly vanishes before she’s looking over and spots Kaisel with his head in his hand, propped up by his elbow, in a sweater with a drink of some kind in hand that one of the helpers had grabbed for him.
“Kaisel.” She says flatly, not stopping what she’s doing as she continues to dunk the empty glasses before she moves onto the sink to clean them out, focused on her task in a way that would allow him to speak if he felt inclined to.
Calypso
