The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind
It still doesn’t feel real, this place. The Kraai feels like a dream she never dared to dream, like a hope she never dared to hope. Fear lingers in the back of her mind, like she might wake up at any moment to find that nothing at all had changed. The portals would still be closed and her life would still be merely about survival. And though she knows this is real, it doesn’t feel like it yet.
The bar is quiet tonight, Halovians busy preparing for Deepfrost. She doesn’t mind, as it gives her time to organize and clean. Everything is technically done, but nothing is exactly how she’d like, and she knows it will take some time to get it all right. For now, she busies herself with cleaning the glassware, a rag in one hand as she dries and replaces each one on the shelves.
Of course, there was the dark cloud of Korbin hanging over her dream of this place. He didn’t like the bar, he didn’t like Sunjata, and he didn’t like anything that Weaver had been getting up to lately. It felt like a growing rift between then that she would never manage to bridge. She puts the glass in her hand down with unnecessary force, wincing at the sound. Thankfully, nothing breaks. She sighs, reminding herself to be gentler with the rest of them. She’d called in too many favors to get these to start breaking them already.
The bar is quiet tonight, Halovians busy preparing for Deepfrost. She doesn’t mind, as it gives her time to organize and clean. Everything is technically done, but nothing is exactly how she’d like, and she knows it will take some time to get it all right. For now, she busies herself with cleaning the glassware, a rag in one hand as she dries and replaces each one on the shelves.
Of course, there was the dark cloud of Korbin hanging over her dream of this place. He didn’t like the bar, he didn’t like Sunjata, and he didn’t like anything that Weaver had been getting up to lately. It felt like a growing rift between then that she would never manage to bridge. She puts the glass in her hand down with unnecessary force, wincing at the sound. Thankfully, nothing breaks. She sighs, reminding herself to be gentler with the rest of them. She’d called in too many favors to get these to start breaking them already.
Weaver
