CIAN
the eye
'You sure?' The whore in his lap purrs. 'You don't seem like the type who likes it gentle." So saying she slides off of his lap, spinning between his legs that she might begin to undo his pants.
As Ronin's head lolls about, his deep blue stare meeting Cian's, the Eye just reaches into his pocket to procure for himself another cigarette, since the one he'd already lit has been taken. "Will you be long?" The Eye wonders, as if what's unfolding is nothing more than a game of checkers, or the Star offering advice on some matter or other. At this side, Molly flashes the bartender an unreadable look, and for a moment she vanishes into a backroom.
As Ronin's head lolls about, his deep blue stare meeting Cian's, the Eye just reaches into his pocket to procure for himself another cigarette, since the one he'd already lit has been taken. "Will you be long?" The Eye wonders, as if what's unfolding is nothing more than a game of checkers, or the Star offering advice on some matter or other. At this side, Molly flashes the bartender an unreadable look, and for a moment she vanishes into a backroom.
