CIAN
the eye
"You'll have to do better than that, honeybunch." The bartender teases, easily downing the dark liquid in her glass and offering the Star a taunting look. "Another? Or is that too much for you?" She wonders already reaching for the bottle. What's her secret? Well. Her glass dilutes the alcohol within, that she might keep pace with her customers. They get shit faced, and she keeps her title as having the highest alcohol tolerance in all of Stormbreak. Thank you, Frey.
"Word on the street is that you're one'a those demi gods." Her face is heavily painted, but she isn't any less beautiful for it. Rather than having the sort of look one would shy away from, especially were you wearing white, instead she's a work of art not to be touched. Well, not there anyway. In a corsette done so tightly one might wonder how she can breathe, her dark eyes flit just behind Ronin as the duo becomes a thruple; the woman who appears is the bartender's identical twin, though her outfit is pure white, rather than black. "Is it true what they say about you?" This newcomer wonders, pulling up a stool right neck to Ronin.
"Word on the street is that you're one'a those demi gods." Her face is heavily painted, but she isn't any less beautiful for it. Rather than having the sort of look one would shy away from, especially were you wearing white, instead she's a work of art not to be touched. Well, not there anyway. In a corsette done so tightly one might wonder how she can breathe, her dark eyes flit just behind Ronin as the duo becomes a thruple; the woman who appears is the bartender's identical twin, though her outfit is pure white, rather than black. "Is it true what they say about you?" This newcomer wonders, pulling up a stool right neck to Ronin.
