Maeve
She's so used to the feeling of eyes on her that she almost doesn't notice, but she does. He's good at not being too obvious. She has to give him a bit of credit for that. Maeve holds out her palm, taking the ring from him with a signature smile in return. "I suppose I can do that." She doesn't look at the ring until she has her back to him, approaching the bar. Maeve can't resist slipping it onto her finger for a moment, admiring it with a hum. She passes it back to the bartender and places his order.
Only a few minutes pass before she's joining him again, pressing the drink into his hand and taking up her own goblet of juice once more. There is a strict policy of no drinking on the job. Maeve tends to take it more seriously than the others here. She takes a slow sip and lowers her cup, looking him over slowly, "So... What brings you into our lovely port...?" There is a pause, clearly an invitation for his name.
Only a few minutes pass before she's joining him again, pressing the drink into his hand and taking up her own goblet of juice once more. There is a strict policy of no drinking on the job. Maeve tends to take it more seriously than the others here. She takes a slow sip and lowers her cup, looking him over slowly, "So... What brings you into our lovely port...?" There is a pause, clearly an invitation for his name.
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives
you learn to lick it off of knives
