NERON
the hailstorm
”Miss you? We hardly know each other,” Neron replies, setting the glass on the shelf with the others once its clean and moving to lean his forearms against the bar, keeping his eyes on Sunjata. A lot certainly has changed since he was last in Halo, and there’s even more that he doesn’t know. Still, Neron gestures about the place as if to tell him to make his checks, if that’s what he’s here to do.
”Can I get you a drink?” he asks, straightening up from the bar and already moving to get the whiskey down from the top shelf, remembering the other man’s preferences from his brief visit to the Grounds. He gets two tumblers as well, blowing into them (the result is that they become coated with ice) and pours a generous measure.
”Can I get you a drink?” he asks, straightening up from the bar and already moving to get the whiskey down from the top shelf, remembering the other man’s preferences from his brief visit to the Grounds. He gets two tumblers as well, blowing into them (the result is that they become coated with ice) and pours a generous measure.
