"I didn't know them, but I... heard. About the... Well, anyway." They cleared their throat and glanced out quickly at the rest of the bar.
It wasn't horribly messy right now, and it wasn't as if they had a set schedule to see to.
"I'm Quanil," they said, "and maybe, if you don't mind, I could sit with you and you could tell me about them? I might be able to help better that way. I could get you a drink first if you needed one."
A lot of people seemed to like drinking when they reminisced, in Quanil's experience, and doubly so if they were thinking back on people they lost. They hadn't really understood until Mr. Sunjata had introduced them to that wine, and everything had gotten pleasantly fuzzy and giggly. It seemed like it would be nice, when thinking of sad moments, to dim reality at the edges, to introduce some happiness into yourself. So they figured the offer of a glass or mug of something should be extended.
It wasn't horribly messy right now, and it wasn't as if they had a set schedule to see to.
"I'm Quanil," they said, "and maybe, if you don't mind, I could sit with you and you could tell me about them? I might be able to help better that way. I could get you a drink first if you needed one."
A lot of people seemed to like drinking when they reminisced, in Quanil's experience, and doubly so if they were thinking back on people they lost. They hadn't really understood until Mr. Sunjata had introduced them to that wine, and everything had gotten pleasantly fuzzy and giggly. It seemed like it would be nice, when thinking of sad moments, to dim reality at the edges, to introduce some happiness into yourself. So they figured the offer of a glass or mug of something should be extended.
