neron
Morgan is suspicious and Neron is blasé, sinking down onto the small stool behind the bar to enjoy his wine while the Warden takes her meal. His steel eyes are on the last patrons, watching as they finish, one by one, and toddle off out the door. He lifts his glass to them; soon enough they are alone - alcoholics do not waste any time, he has learned.
”Well you see, the bar gets dirty with dozens of feet tromping through it all day and night, so it is in need of a good clean when the doors are closed. And sometimes people are terribly rude, and they purchase drinks and food. That needs to be replenished, so I need to write down what is running out, and what needs to be ordered. I can’t do that when I am serving beautiful women ale, can I?” He raises his eyebrows in amusement.
He took a sip of wine, nodding in agreement regarding the business of being Warden. ”Mm, I would know. I don’t envy you, having walked a mile in your shoes.”
”Well you see, the bar gets dirty with dozens of feet tromping through it all day and night, so it is in need of a good clean when the doors are closed. And sometimes people are terribly rude, and they purchase drinks and food. That needs to be replenished, so I need to write down what is running out, and what needs to be ordered. I can’t do that when I am serving beautiful women ale, can I?” He raises his eyebrows in amusement.
He took a sip of wine, nodding in agreement regarding the business of being Warden. ”Mm, I would know. I don’t envy you, having walked a mile in your shoes.”
lay your hand on me, one last time
