Her fair skin alone probably gives away her heritage. It is the sort of skin that has never really seen sun. Even now, slightly tanned as it is, she is fair skinned and dark haired, a rather deadly and sultry version of snow white. Though the barkeeps assumption is correct. If Weaver were from around here they would have been well acquainted by now. Weaver was without a doubt the type to get into a little trouble at bars - for various reasons.
Weaver laughs lightly at the response, not particularly surprised by it but pleased that this woman wasn’t offended. Such was often how Weaver judged a person in those first moments. How did they respond to her, to whatever ridiculous thing came out of her mouth or strange thing she might be doing? They were important things to learn quickly, given that Weaver wasn’t everyone’s type and they weren’t all her type either.
The other woman moves around the back of the bar, asking for a name and an order. “Weaver,” she says, leaning forward slightly to rest an elbow on the bar. “Liquor. Give me your favorite.” It’s a game she has never really gotten to play, given her trapped life in Halo up until recently. But she found she was enjoying the game. Sunjata had given her wine from Greatwood berries and vodka he’d acquired. What would Torchline, and this woman, provide?
Weaver laughs lightly at the response, not particularly surprised by it but pleased that this woman wasn’t offended. Such was often how Weaver judged a person in those first moments. How did they respond to her, to whatever ridiculous thing came out of her mouth or strange thing she might be doing? They were important things to learn quickly, given that Weaver wasn’t everyone’s type and they weren’t all her type either.
The other woman moves around the back of the bar, asking for a name and an order. “Weaver,” she says, leaning forward slightly to rest an elbow on the bar. “Liquor. Give me your favorite.” It’s a game she has never really gotten to play, given her trapped life in Halo up until recently. But she found she was enjoying the game. Sunjata had given her wine from Greatwood berries and vodka he’d acquired. What would Torchline, and this woman, provide?
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
