I was born a gamblin' (wo)man

Vega

I'll endure the night
For the promise of light

Vega stopped her forward movement when Raza turned to look at her. The flicker in the taller woman's eyes was familiar. Maybe she had never seen it in Raza's eyes before, that look, but she had certainly seen it in her own mirror. Vega simply, but firmly, nodded her head in response. The woman loved the sea, and Raza needed to out into the sea--for some reason that Vega would ask about, in time--and now she had an opportunity to go with her.

The inn keeper stepped forward and placed her hands on the side of the bartender's boat. She jutted her chin out towards the waves. "Let's go, then." She gave the woman a smile, beautiful and well-kept teeth parting her full lips in an attempt to ease any more hesitation within her childhood friend. The smaller, stockier of the two women then began to push the back of the boat along the sand.

I want to lift my hands towards the sun
Show me warmth