Finn?
Another sip of wine has his glass empty - a tragedy that those who wish not to think in straight lines can all agree upon. And so, with the alcohol still leaving his lips red and dewy, he glances up towards the bar - only for his blue eyes to catch along the way. He spots a man who is utterly unmistakeable throughout Torchline; tall, muscular, armour plated with dragonscale, and Finn is luckily not sober enough to remember where he met Sunjata before, only that he has done and that he recognises him.
They gaze at each other, but not at each other, and whilst inwardly some part of Finn deadens itself to the experience, the man he masquerades as lets a slow smile curl across his lips. "Governor," he all but purrs, barely sober himself. "You're looking a little unsteady. Care to take a seat?" He gestures to the lounge opposite his own, and at the tail end of the gesture, he signals for more drinks. "What's your poison?"
They gaze at each other, but not at each other, and whilst inwardly some part of Finn deadens itself to the experience, the man he masquerades as lets a slow smile curl across his lips. "Governor," he all but purrs, barely sober himself. "You're looking a little unsteady. Care to take a seat?" He gestures to the lounge opposite his own, and at the tail end of the gesture, he signals for more drinks. "What's your poison?"
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
