Zef had never turned down another drink in her life, and certainly wasn't about to start today. She accepted his presumed offer with a grin, tilting her head back to drain her own substantial glass with every evidence of pleasure.
"Mm. Not boring, nah. But it doesn't have a patch on Torchline's social life," she admitted freely. 'Humans can be so much fun!" Her sharp-toothed grin dissolved into a throaty chuckle as she watched him with a twinkle in her eyes. "And you might say that. Aye, you might well. I'm a mercenary in every sense of the word, handsome. The job comes with the perk of rarely being boring, at least." She waved an idle hand back towards where her board rested. "And it pays for life's little necessities."
More drinks found their way to the counter in front of the mis-matched pair and Zef gave it the attention it deserved as Ronin answered her question. "Mmf. They do know how ta mix 'em hot here," she purred appreciatively before tilting her head back towards the Supernova's laugh. "A lucky man, that Remi," she murmured, seeing no reason to keep her opinions to herself. The answering question drew a shrug of broad, muscular shoulders and a smile that was shamelessly smug. "Plenty of copilots, but most don't last more than a night or two." For... various reasons.
"So what is it that demigods do for a living?" she asked curiously. "What puts bacon on your table?"
"Mm. Not boring, nah. But it doesn't have a patch on Torchline's social life," she admitted freely. 'Humans can be so much fun!" Her sharp-toothed grin dissolved into a throaty chuckle as she watched him with a twinkle in her eyes. "And you might say that. Aye, you might well. I'm a mercenary in every sense of the word, handsome. The job comes with the perk of rarely being boring, at least." She waved an idle hand back towards where her board rested. "And it pays for life's little necessities."
More drinks found their way to the counter in front of the mis-matched pair and Zef gave it the attention it deserved as Ronin answered her question. "Mmf. They do know how ta mix 'em hot here," she purred appreciatively before tilting her head back towards the Supernova's laugh. "A lucky man, that Remi," she murmured, seeing no reason to keep her opinions to herself. The answering question drew a shrug of broad, muscular shoulders and a smile that was shamelessly smug. "Plenty of copilots, but most don't last more than a night or two." For... various reasons.
"So what is it that demigods do for a living?" she asked curiously. "What puts bacon on your table?"
