“A girl right after my own heart,” she says with a grin, though of course Weaver’s face is anything but innocent. It could be, if she wanted it to, but she never really wants it to. Weaver wears her emotions on her sleeve, usually finding that it benefits her not to be a closed book. That said, she is very capable of making her emotions into whatever she thinks will be most useful in the moment, which isn’t exactly the point of wearing them so freely. No one else really needs to know that little detail though. Let them think they know her, that she has no secrets (really, right now, she has few anyway). It probably wasn’t enough to trust her, but it was a start. “You have good taste in companions, clearly,” her voice is just a bit sultry, and it's hard to say whether she's talking about the griffin or herself.
She waits as he runs his fingers over the choices. The sheer number of bottles astounds her. It makes sense, of course, there are simply more plants here to choose from and as such, more choices in beverages. She waits as he selects two, putting them down in front of her. Her hand drifts to the wine first, not something she usually drinks but she is not unfamiliar with it. She swirls it for a moment as it breathes, admiring the rich color before taking a sip and letting it linger on her tongue. “Richer than anything we have in Halo,” she says, giving him an approving nod before shifting to the vodka. This is more up her alley, though she will admit to enjoying the wine. She takes a sip of the vodka and lets out a soft sigh of appreciation. “Decidedly not piss,” which is a high compliment from her. “Do you make it, or purchase, or both?”
She takes another sip of vodka, enjoying a proper drink in a proper bar. It feels like a luxury, truthfully, and she finds herself rather content as she leans forward against the bar. The low-neckline of her top is far more revealing this way, and though Weaver is not overly endowed she is not lacking. “This hardly seems like a place for your other seedy things though,” which of course makes it the perfect cover for such things. Mostly, she just wants to see what he might tell her.
She waits as he runs his fingers over the choices. The sheer number of bottles astounds her. It makes sense, of course, there are simply more plants here to choose from and as such, more choices in beverages. She waits as he selects two, putting them down in front of her. Her hand drifts to the wine first, not something she usually drinks but she is not unfamiliar with it. She swirls it for a moment as it breathes, admiring the rich color before taking a sip and letting it linger on her tongue. “Richer than anything we have in Halo,” she says, giving him an approving nod before shifting to the vodka. This is more up her alley, though she will admit to enjoying the wine. She takes a sip of the vodka and lets out a soft sigh of appreciation. “Decidedly not piss,” which is a high compliment from her. “Do you make it, or purchase, or both?”
She takes another sip of vodka, enjoying a proper drink in a proper bar. It feels like a luxury, truthfully, and she finds herself rather content as she leans forward against the bar. The low-neckline of her top is far more revealing this way, and though Weaver is not overly endowed she is not lacking. “This hardly seems like a place for your other seedy things though,” which of course makes it the perfect cover for such things. Mostly, she just wants to see what he might tell her.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
