how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
The lavender and cherries were easy to come by: a quick pit stop to Ray’s durin’ a lull in the storm, then on her way to the Halenani, jauntin’ merrily through the puddle-pocked streets with an unusual spring in her step. Already the next bubble of dark clouds looms on the horizon, but she doesn’t spare it much of a glance.
Jack might have been her regular go-to for this kind of thing, but with the Captain at sea for Monsoon season, she’ll have to get her assignment done elsewhere. So Raza’s decided it’s a treat yo' self kind ofday... night... event. It’s about damn time she settled the tab they’ve got running (maybe even wipe it all out in one go, who knows) and the proprietress is ready for some fun.
The state of the outside gives her a little pause as she walks in, only hesitating because she’s seen enough Monsoon damage to know when a building needs some help. Will it stop her from getting laid? Probably not.
But man, wouldn’t it be the way to go? Fucking till the building falls down around them.
Jack might have been her regular go-to for this kind of thing, but with the Captain at sea for Monsoon season, she’ll have to get her assignment done elsewhere. So Raza’s decided it’s a treat yo' self kind of
The state of the outside gives her a little pause as she walks in, only hesitating because she’s seen enough Monsoon damage to know when a building needs some help. Will it stop her from getting laid? Probably not.
But man, wouldn’t it be the way to go? Fucking till the building falls down around them.
