Gideon
And lo, but no! What bliss
As soon as Gideon received his drink, grinning in what he thought was a charming way to the server that brought it over, he raised it towards Zeph in response and drank too, wiping his mouth of foam with the back of his hand. "You can handle your booze." He commented wryly, though the true test of that would be in an hour when Zeph would either be still here or under the table.
"I'm not." He knew it was obvious. Nothing about him screamed 'grew up by the beach'. "It's not really a stay. Only a day here on some business. This is just my hour off." Stretching his arms up and cracking his neck either way, he looked out towards the beach and the sea. He'd seen them before, of course, the Order providing compasses to all who joined and his work requiring him to travel, but Torchline could still impress him with it's beauty on a night like this one. "It is beautiful here though. I don't know how any of you get anything done. I'd just be singing hymns on the beach all day."
Another jolly jaunt through the abyss
