CIAN
It's around 11 am when those who care about being home for bed have long since gone, those looking for trouble are starting to perk up, and those looking to settle in for a night of cards and drinking are just hitting their stride. Ale sloshes on tables and the wood boards of the floor and no one seems to mind. But spill a drink? Well that's a different matter entirely. Spill a drink and it's likely your blood will be mixed in right quick.
The man at the piano plays a song not inappropriate for this setting, but certainly, it brings a sort of charm and elegance that this place doesn't deserve. But it's the sad quality of the thing that makes it feel right at home. That, and the man playing it isn't one you can really tell to just fuck off.
A barmaid with her waist cinched, her skirts hiked up, and her tits pushed up damn near to her chin, brings the Eye a refill, purposefully leaning over one of his arms so that the exposed (and there's a lot of it) skin of her breasts brushes against his skin. Uncharacteristically Cian is wearing a white shirt, rolled up to the elbows, with this tie undone and dangling around his neck.
The man at the piano plays a song not inappropriate for this setting, but certainly, it brings a sort of charm and elegance that this place doesn't deserve. But it's the sad quality of the thing that makes it feel right at home. That, and the man playing it isn't one you can really tell to just fuck off.
A barmaid with her waist cinched, her skirts hiked up, and her tits pushed up damn near to her chin, brings the Eye a refill, purposefully leaning over one of his arms so that the exposed (and there's a lot of it) skin of her breasts brushes against his skin. Uncharacteristically Cian is wearing a white shirt, rolled up to the elbows, with this tie undone and dangling around his neck.
the truth hurts
but lies can k i l l
but lies can k i l l
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
