NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
It’s very quiet inside - only the most alcoholic patrons remain, and all the staff have left for home. All except one, and arguably the most important one, since he has the keys to the place. ”Never too late for you, Warden.” He’s sure the sound of his voice will be enough to make her skin crawl all by itself, but Neron steps out of the back room to sidle behind the counter, stacking clean glasses beneath for tomorrow.
”What can I get you? Food, drink, both?” he asks, already setting a wine glass down and filling it with something dark and rich and red - whether it’s for himself or for her remains to be seen. ”Or are you just here for my fine company?” Does Neron get more infuriating every time he sees her? Even he isn’t sure any more, but it has a bright and fanged smile on his face nonetheless.
”What can I get you? Food, drink, both?” he asks, already setting a wine glass down and filling it with something dark and rich and red - whether it’s for himself or for her remains to be seen. ”Or are you just here for my fine company?” Does Neron get more infuriating every time he sees her? Even he isn’t sure any more, but it has a bright and fanged smile on his face nonetheless.
