Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
"I'm sure you would have found some way to persuade him otherwise," she hummed, mouth twitching at the self-satisfied look of the man. He did look very professional standing behind the bar, with every bit of swagger and confidence she'd observed in other establishments. Not that she was an expert.
It took a mastery of will to keep her hands from shaking as she rested them against the polished counter. Ghostly figures pulled from old recollections kept dancing at the corners of her eyes. Seated in the many chairs across the room, leaning against the bar beside her, opposite her. Ignoring them stole so much energy that her response came out slow, almost sluggish.
"A... bit of both? Amun isn't home right now, and I - I could use a distraction." The ghosts were in her eyes too, despite the upward curve of her lips. Turning the lavender eyes dark, some haunted wasteland full of broken things with jagged edges. Maea made a slight gesture to the room at large, that included Neron himself. "Put me to work as you wish." Maybe the silent please made her pathetic. Maybe it was reckless to offer such loose reins to someone she didn't know - because she meant it. Would do anything he suggested if it meant a reprieve from her own head.
But she really couldn't make herself care about caution. Where was the need, when none of the alcohol surrounding them sufficed to make her reckless and stupid anyway? Would that it could.
It took a mastery of will to keep her hands from shaking as she rested them against the polished counter. Ghostly figures pulled from old recollections kept dancing at the corners of her eyes. Seated in the many chairs across the room, leaning against the bar beside her, opposite her. Ignoring them stole so much energy that her response came out slow, almost sluggish.
"A... bit of both? Amun isn't home right now, and I - I could use a distraction." The ghosts were in her eyes too, despite the upward curve of her lips. Turning the lavender eyes dark, some haunted wasteland full of broken things with jagged edges. Maea made a slight gesture to the room at large, that included Neron himself. "Put me to work as you wish." Maybe the silent please made her pathetic. Maybe it was reckless to offer such loose reins to someone she didn't know - because she meant it. Would do anything he suggested if it meant a reprieve from her own head.
But she really couldn't make herself care about caution. Where was the need, when none of the alcohol surrounding them sufficed to make her reckless and stupid anyway? Would that it could.
Maea
