You are not alone
The portal through the bonfire was much quicker than any skyship, and Thal was already a few drinks deep by the time the first skyship docked - not that she cared. After the high energy of the festival, she was reluctant to call it a night so soon. Her crew could handle being alone for a little while and she knew they were enjoying the time with the cat gone, probably playing something she'd scold them for later.
Thal, on the other hand, chose a mix of solitude and high energy, finding a quiet bar with tense energy rumbling beneath the surface. It was enough to spell calm indulgence with the possibility of chaos, but when she entered the bar, her bruises and reputation kept people at a distance, the tension shrinking towards the corner where a group grumbled over wages and cheating.
She sat at the bar, sipping on her third glass of bourbon when a familiar man sat a few seats down from her. He appeared too distracted to notice where he was or who he'd stumbled upon, obviously deep in thought. Thal might even argue that he looked haunted; a dazed, harrowed look in his eyes making her curious after having seen him so 'hopeful' and 'gracious' before. His gaze didn't give the smallest indication that he realized his drink had been served, staring blankly down at the bar. Pursing her lips, she debated involving herself in whatever trauma he was experiencing, wondering if she could keep enjoying her night with his brooding face in view.
Deciding that she'd rather not, Thal ran her middle finger along the lip of her glass and raised her pointer to his drink, tone bored as she said, "I'll take that if you're not going to drink it. I'd hate for good whiskey to go to waste."
Thal, on the other hand, chose a mix of solitude and high energy, finding a quiet bar with tense energy rumbling beneath the surface. It was enough to spell calm indulgence with the possibility of chaos, but when she entered the bar, her bruises and reputation kept people at a distance, the tension shrinking towards the corner where a group grumbled over wages and cheating.
She sat at the bar, sipping on her third glass of bourbon when a familiar man sat a few seats down from her. He appeared too distracted to notice where he was or who he'd stumbled upon, obviously deep in thought. Thal might even argue that he looked haunted; a dazed, harrowed look in his eyes making her curious after having seen him so 'hopeful' and 'gracious' before. His gaze didn't give the smallest indication that he realized his drink had been served, staring blankly down at the bar. Pursing her lips, she debated involving herself in whatever trauma he was experiencing, wondering if she could keep enjoying her night with his brooding face in view.
Deciding that she'd rather not, Thal ran her middle finger along the lip of her glass and raised her pointer to his drink, tone bored as she said, "I'll take that if you're not going to drink it. I'd hate for good whiskey to go to waste."
- Thalassa -
You are not unknown
