look alive, sunshine

And it burns like a gin and I like it,

Anyone who knows Thal, knows she isn't a patient person. The man's delay is understandable but unwelcome. The fact that he's thinking is at least a good sign, but Thal didn't come here tonight to wait for someone to stumble through their thoughts at such a simple question. She chooses to ignore him for the time being, summoning the bartender for another glass of whiskey when she finishes hers off. 

The fresh liquor hangs heavy in her fingers when the man eventually speaks again. It's a respectable, logical answer, but an unsurprising one. Everyone in Torchline wants more - to earn more, to steal more, to be more. She's no different. 

That doesn't mean she's willing to share what she has. 

However, he's proven he won't back down from intimidation, and he has enough awareness not to push the wrong places. That's a rare trait she can't train into the best of pirates or thieves, and she rewards his response with one final, dismissive question. "And what makes you worth my time?" Her eyes still haven't deigned to turn their attention back on him, tail waving a bored rhythm behind her as she takes another slow sip of whiskey, wondering if he might finally surprise her tonight.

Thalassa

put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it