RONIN
"Well, if you insist," Ronin murmurs, though all thoughts about the arena vanish when he is faced with the turn into the alleyway towards Mother Molly's. He's caught by the silk, the colours, the smell of sex and perfume, the tinkle of piano keys. Sugar takes off to explore (and likely to scare the fuck out of the piano player) while Ronin ducks in through the door after Cian. The Star is not the type to get embarrassed, and so rather than awkwardness, there's interest in his expression at the sight of bare legs and warm touches from couples passing by.
Swallowed up by the world that closes around them, he finds himself with a tumbler of whiskey in his hand barely a second after Cian speaks, and before Ronin can respond, the man is gone. Left to his own devices is a recipe for trouble, the Eye will learn, and Ronin is soon on his second drink, leaning casually against the bar and telling quite the story to the woman. It must be a good one, because they're both in fits of laughter by the end of it, and he reaches across to clink his glass against her own. Ronin doesn't drink alone. He insists.
Swallowed up by the world that closes around them, he finds himself with a tumbler of whiskey in his hand barely a second after Cian speaks, and before Ronin can respond, the man is gone. Left to his own devices is a recipe for trouble, the Eye will learn, and Ronin is soon on his second drink, leaning casually against the bar and telling quite the story to the woman. It must be a good one, because they're both in fits of laughter by the end of it, and he reaches across to clink his glass against her own. Ronin doesn't drink alone. He insists.
one more wish for you
