Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"Ah, an entrepreneurial spirit lives in you," Neron quips back. "I can see having you help out here was definitely a good decision." He sips again at the cider, enjoying the taste he's able to make out, though he has no doubt that it would be unpalatable to anyone else trying to drink it. "And I could never have owned and worked in a bar for this long without being able to put up with oversharing," he points out. "Believe me, I've heard it all." The good, the bad, the ugly, the deep and dark and wicked, Neron's been a fly on the wall for it.
Raising his eyebrows and opting to knock the cider back rather than savour it, Neron sets his glass down and considers her proposal as he alters a few things on their stock sheet to account for their findings thus far. "Well, it's either that or we stop offering liquor to Ascended who drink here," he says, almost as a throwaway comment.
Raising his eyebrows and opting to knock the cider back rather than savour it, Neron sets his glass down and considers her proposal as he alters a few things on their stock sheet to account for their findings thus far. "Well, it's either that or we stop offering liquor to Ascended who drink here," he says, almost as a throwaway comment.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
