may the waves take you home

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone Good question, Jack. Her lips curve into a close-mouthed smirk, remaining silent while she pours more booze into both her glass and his if need be. It’s a waste of the good stuff, but she feels the need for a shot. Lifting her glass and meeting his gaze across the table, Lily arches a brow. “Just watch. Play along. And make sure I get home safely.” She gives the address of Lirsi - no, her new house, briefly wondering if he knew its former occupant. And if he did, will he miss her? Clinking her glass with his, she tips is back in a single gulp, shuddering a tiny bit as it burns on the way down. But it has the right effect, this liquid courage, and after wiping her mouth and placing the glass back on the table, she stands up and claps her hands to get the attention of those nearest them. Standing steadily (for now) on the chair, the entertainer begins to propose a game that will undoubtedly get a little out of hand. She’ll probably get kicked out of the Hanged Man for it, but at least tonight she’s interesting. merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye