It would be a popular place, or she’d die trying to make it that way. But really, she didn’t think running a successful bar in Halo would be hard. Not with Sunjata and the VlamVloed behind her, providing booze that wasn’t terrible. Not with access to the outside world to make booze out of something other than ice and snow and indoor herbs. Not with her pretty face behind the bar. Besides, there was little competition to speak of, just the local tavern with it’s crappy booze and crappy food. She already knew they could do better.
She turns back to face him, letting her shirt fall back into place though possibly not before she’d turned around and revealed more of her front as well. It’s not intentional in the sense that she’s not asking for anything, but rather that she just doesn’t care enough to think about the possibility or proper decorum. That’s the sort of thing that feels like a waste of both time and energy, decorum. ”Location and language with the same name. I like it. Easy to remember.”
She wonders what it was like, being from elsewhere. She knows they spoke of his arrival here briefly, but still, what was the world like outside this place? She’d gathered snippets of various worlds from other Outlanders, and all their stories felt like fairytales come to life to Weaver. For all the prejudice against Outlanders (though Weaver didn’t quite share in that), she wondered how much the Naturals actually considered what it had been like to be thrown into a place like Caido without warning. Not ideal.
”I’ll do you one better. Next time you are in Halo I’ll just take you there. You'll have to come be cold though.” Maybe she’d get another tattoo of her own, though maybe not. She enjoyed them, but they were specific and special when she got them and somehow tattooing the name of a bar on her didn’t fit her vibe.
She turns back to face him, letting her shirt fall back into place though possibly not before she’d turned around and revealed more of her front as well. It’s not intentional in the sense that she’s not asking for anything, but rather that she just doesn’t care enough to think about the possibility or proper decorum. That’s the sort of thing that feels like a waste of both time and energy, decorum. ”Location and language with the same name. I like it. Easy to remember.”
She wonders what it was like, being from elsewhere. She knows they spoke of his arrival here briefly, but still, what was the world like outside this place? She’d gathered snippets of various worlds from other Outlanders, and all their stories felt like fairytales come to life to Weaver. For all the prejudice against Outlanders (though Weaver didn’t quite share in that), she wondered how much the Naturals actually considered what it had been like to be thrown into a place like Caido without warning. Not ideal.
”I’ll do you one better. Next time you are in Halo I’ll just take you there. You'll have to come be cold though.” Maybe she’d get another tattoo of her own, though maybe not. She enjoyed them, but they were specific and special when she got them and somehow tattooing the name of a bar on her didn’t fit her vibe.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
