And it burns like a gin and I like it,
With another swallow of her whiskey, exhaustion flows into her limbs. The warmth pulls on her consciousness, tempting her to settle her head against the driftwood of the bar top. It's such a strange, unusual desire that she's instantly more alert, refusing to show weakness even as a yawn itches at the back of her throat. Perhaps she'd slept worse than she'd thought last night., but that doesn't mean she should allow her guard to slip in the midst of so many watching eyes.
She blinks at the heaviness, clenching her jaw and flicking her tail to force away the feeling. She's nearly forgotten about the man next to her by the time he speaks again. It draws her attention more fully this time, not because she finds him worthy of it, but because it's something to hone her thoughts on.
There's a slow churning storm in her eyes, a steely edge that has cut plenty of egos down at their roots. She scans the closing distance between them, a downward twitch of her brows and the darkening of her gaze speaking leagues of disapproval for his proximity. Having seen his moderate skills, she's sure he gets all kind of compliments, but he won't get any from her.
Thal tilts her head, the lazy movement of a feline extending a claw towards the prey already in their clutches. "I'm sure they tell you you're funny too." The intensity of her piercing gaze doesn't leave him this time, willing the barb to bury deep in his psyche, willing him to flinch.
She blinks at the heaviness, clenching her jaw and flicking her tail to force away the feeling. She's nearly forgotten about the man next to her by the time he speaks again. It draws her attention more fully this time, not because she finds him worthy of it, but because it's something to hone her thoughts on.
There's a slow churning storm in her eyes, a steely edge that has cut plenty of egos down at their roots. She scans the closing distance between them, a downward twitch of her brows and the darkening of her gaze speaking leagues of disapproval for his proximity. Having seen his moderate skills, she's sure he gets all kind of compliments, but he won't get any from her.
Thal tilts her head, the lazy movement of a feline extending a claw towards the prey already in their clutches. "I'm sure they tell you you're funny too." The intensity of her piercing gaze doesn't leave him this time, willing the barb to bury deep in his psyche, willing him to flinch.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
