keep my head above water

Edy I'm not totally useless. I can be used as a bad example Edy had been recruited to working at the tavern. Well. "Recruited". Mostly she'd just turned up and annoyingly didn't leave and Vai had taken pity on her. Insert some cheesy montage of her learning the ropes (read: figuring out where the best alcohol was kept and drinking it herself) and now here she is. The teenager's expansive curls wafted about her face (good thing health codes hadn't been invented yet), and the rag she was using to wipe up the bar was already so saturated with liquor that really it was just spreading the liquid around rather than actually cleaning things up. Did Edy care? Of course not. Did Edy even notice? No to that as well. Instead her dark eyes were fixed on the woman who had just walked in. Licking her teeth from beneath her top lip, the Launceleyn girl's eyes narrowed as she drummed her long fingers absently against her cheek. Unable to see through to the body beneath, Edy was forced to merely take in the woman's cloak and breeches before her eyes roamed interestedly up to the youngish looking face. Sarya looked sweet and the expression on her face seemed perfectly at ease with her surroundings. Which of course was suspicious as fuck. This place was utter shit, the lighting was shit, it smelled like sh– well, it didn't, but it did smell like alcohol. No, anyone who walked in would either be  a regular or should be wearing a look of horror. Dropping the damp cloth, Edy sidled over to where the woman had seated herself. Leaning suggestively against the bar, the teenager dropped the dark-haired woman a wink and a raised brow. "Drink?"