Neron
So it turns out Neron can no longer help himself when it comes to being behind a bar. And hey, technically the VlamVloed is part of his guild, so it isn't that weird that he takes himself around the counter in the dead of night to clean up and (gods forbid) organise the place. "Who the fuck even runs this any more," he wonders out loud, ducked down so he can take out the glasses he considers need a good cleaning and any empty bottles. There are a lot of empty bottles.
It's the wee hours of the morning and no one is around, but of course Neron has neglected to think about the owners of the VlamVloed, one of whom happens to be his boss. No, he's just turning the place into a mini-Kraai, which isn't a bad thing, given that the laziest Launceleyn has started to run quite the tight ship as of late.
It's the wee hours of the morning and no one is around, but of course Neron has neglected to think about the owners of the VlamVloed, one of whom happens to be his boss. No, he's just turning the place into a mini-Kraai, which isn't a bad thing, given that the laziest Launceleyn has started to run quite the tight ship as of late.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
