NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"I suppose I ought to go for moderate forgetfulness. I'd like to find my way home, just without feeling like my chest is caved in," Neron said brightly, pleased to note that the barman was attentive at the very least. Accepting the glass and lifting it in a gesture of cheers, Neron took and experimental sip and gingerly recoiled. Not unpleasantly so - it was a balm to have that warm fire radiating through his throat and chest, but damn if it didn't pack a punch. "I imagine you are quite popular, if that's what your customers get to look forward to every day."
Taking another sip of his drink and wincing appreciatively, Neron let out a snort. "It was a bull, and I put it to sleep. Regrettably one cannot deliver payback to something that belongs to other people." At least here anyway, when he was meant to be making a good impression. "How about you? What kind of payback did you give to whatever bit you?" He raised an eyebrow.
Taking another sip of his drink and wincing appreciatively, Neron let out a snort. "It was a bull, and I put it to sleep. Regrettably one cannot deliver payback to something that belongs to other people." At least here anyway, when he was meant to be making a good impression. "How about you? What kind of payback did you give to whatever bit you?" He raised an eyebrow.
