Kiss the Bottle

vervain If Vervain caught his compliment she didn't show it out loud, but he might catch the slight slant to her lips as she moved on to the next punter. It certainly was a unique name - as was his own, it seemed. "A pleasure to meet you, then, Bastien," she said, inclining her head to him and serving drinks seemingly without needing to look at what she was doing, such was her familiarity with it now. Odd, that she had slipped into the role so easily... but she wasn't going to complain. "Accidentally, you say? As did the rest of us," she said with a light sigh, sending the punter on his way and swiftly moving on to the next. "Doesn't look as though there is any way back, either." He didn't seem like he was from Northaven and he certainly didn't sound like it either, but then neither did Remi. Nonetheless, Vervain didn't recognise him from her homeland. His flair with the bottles and glasses caught her attention, naturally, Vai propping an elbow on the counter and grinning to him. "Well shit, you didn't say you were an entertainer, too." She winked. "You're right at home behind here, aren't you?"