don't you know we're outlaws
givin' the finger to death itself
Well that sounds like shit, honestly. Drinkin’ is a great rainy day hobby, but it’s even better when the sun’s out. She makes a face, clear about her thoughts on Stormbreak’s apparent weather, but doesn’t move from her spot quite yet.
This is her bar after all. She can go where she wants, and Ronin hadn’t indicated he wanted privacy - just look at all the drinks on the table - so Raza lingers, curious, as a man she’s never seen before enters the Hanged Man and makes a beeline for Ronin (who is, admittedly, one of the few there right now. Perhaps that’s why Raza’s around, she’s bored and fucking off).
Snorting in regards to Torchline’s militia, Raza cracks a joke. “Yeah, we call it a mob. You saw it with the Gov’nor recently.” Maybe. If the stranger was paying attention. Unfortunately for her and fortunately for Ronin, two more come into the bar in quick succession, one making their way to the group and another to the bar, which means Raza fucks off and goes back to work.
This is her bar after all. She can go where she wants, and Ronin hadn’t indicated he wanted privacy - just look at all the drinks on the table - so Raza lingers, curious, as a man she’s never seen before enters the Hanged Man and makes a beeline for Ronin (who is, admittedly, one of the few there right now. Perhaps that’s why Raza’s around, she’s bored and fucking off).
Snorting in regards to Torchline’s militia, Raza cracks a joke. “Yeah, we call it a mob. You saw it with the Gov’nor recently.” Maybe. If the stranger was paying attention. Unfortunately for her and fortunately for Ronin, two more come into the bar in quick succession, one making their way to the group and another to the bar, which means Raza fucks off and goes back to work.
we got no one to hide from
no one to toast our health
RAZA
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