The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind
”Torchline does seem to have all the good stuff,” she muses, a smile on her face. ”It is a wonder I haven’t decided to move.” Her tone is playful and light though, the implication that she wouldn’t actually leave Halo clear. It is unlikely, to say the least. Halo is home, despite all its faults and attempts to kill her. She takes another sip of her drink, still leaning across the bar. Sunjata offers her a cigarette of her own, and she plucks one out of the pack with deft fingers.
Bringing the cigarette to her lips, Weaver snaps her fingers and a little flame bursts to life. The snapping is purely for show and definitely unnecessary, but that is pretty much a description of Weaver herself right there. She lights the cigarette and takes another drag, imagining the taste of smoke mixed with the alcohol. Perhaps there was a way to infuse it….
Her mind is halted before it can wander too far down the path of cocktail flavors as Sunjata answers. Weaver nods as he says she’ll need some more background information, and then cracks a small, wicked smile. ”Me, make fun? Never.” She sobers though, listening intently, nodding along occasionally. She follows well enough with his illustration, and though she’s probably slightly off in her imaginings, his explanation paints a clear enough picture.
As he continues though, her brow furrows slightly, rather aghast at what he describes. The idea puts all the shit Caido could throw at them to shame, because at least it was nature trying to kill them and not their own people. All the children into a pit to fight to the death? What a waste of life. Weaver shakes her head slightly, but she doesn’t say anything, simply nodding for him to continue the story.
Bringing the cigarette to her lips, Weaver snaps her fingers and a little flame bursts to life. The snapping is purely for show and definitely unnecessary, but that is pretty much a description of Weaver herself right there. She lights the cigarette and takes another drag, imagining the taste of smoke mixed with the alcohol. Perhaps there was a way to infuse it….
Her mind is halted before it can wander too far down the path of cocktail flavors as Sunjata answers. Weaver nods as he says she’ll need some more background information, and then cracks a small, wicked smile. ”Me, make fun? Never.” She sobers though, listening intently, nodding along occasionally. She follows well enough with his illustration, and though she’s probably slightly off in her imaginings, his explanation paints a clear enough picture.
As he continues though, her brow furrows slightly, rather aghast at what he describes. The idea puts all the shit Caido could throw at them to shame, because at least it was nature trying to kill them and not their own people. All the children into a pit to fight to the death? What a waste of life. Weaver shakes her head slightly, but she doesn’t say anything, simply nodding for him to continue the story.
Weaver
