KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
She was young, and pretty. He wouldn't be a teenage boy if he didn't register that much. But though her smile was no doubt heart-stopping, it failed to tug on his heartstrings, or reach any other part of him. As she pointed at the drink, the raven merely nodded and turned away, his movements efficient if perhaps a bit lackluster as he opened bottle after bottle, measuring a bit of each into one of the fancy glasses Weaver had insisted on purchasing. Keeping fresh fruit in Halo was nearly impossible, so this one was frozen, and still had frost coating it as he plunked it into the alcohol and stirred. For added levels of refreshment, supposedly, though personally he preferred the stuff they'd had before. Drinking was for the purpose of getting drunk, after all, and the Halo vodka sure did get the job done.
Once done, Korbin turned back and set the drink down before the girl - woman, whatever - with that same light smile. "Enjoy," he offered, voice a little hoarse and rusty, like he hadn't used it much lately.
Turning away to attend another customer, Korbin only threw a brief glance on the notebook she had open before her, but didn't linger to peek. Not interested, for one, and not really one to snoop either. Weaver would have, of course. If his sister had manned the bar, she would have been halfway into the girl's lap by now, already acquainted with half her family and about to get in deep with all the secrets of the soul.
That wasn't Korbin's style though, even on a good day.
Once done, Korbin turned back and set the drink down before the girl - woman, whatever - with that same light smile. "Enjoy," he offered, voice a little hoarse and rusty, like he hadn't used it much lately.
Turning away to attend another customer, Korbin only threw a brief glance on the notebook she had open before her, but didn't linger to peek. Not interested, for one, and not really one to snoop either. Weaver would have, of course. If his sister had manned the bar, she would have been halfway into the girl's lap by now, already acquainted with half her family and about to get in deep with all the secrets of the soul.
That wasn't Korbin's style though, even on a good day.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
