Finn?
Finn does manage a sip of his drink this time, and it goes down slow and sweet, like it's supposed to. Somehow he hasn't stained his shirt with even a drop of red, and as he shifts to lean more comfortably against the couch, he watches Sunjata knock back his own liquor. Rather than try and justify the reasons for Sunjata not going to a place like the Halenani, he merely tips his glass towards him again; a silent touche. "Perhaps I'll tell you another time. For tonight - what are we celebrating?" He bounces his eyebrows towards the already almost-empty glass. They must be celebrating something, clearly.
"Of course I know," he murmurs. "The Governor of Torchline is very striking." It's with a practiced eye that he looks Sunjata up and down, lingering on all the most important places, from sculpted eyebrows (yeah I went there) down the armoured neck and shoulders to the well muscled torso, and lower still.
"Of course I know," he murmurs. "The Governor of Torchline is very striking." It's with a practiced eye that he looks Sunjata up and down, lingering on all the most important places, from sculpted eyebrows (yeah I went there) down the armoured neck and shoulders to the well muscled torso, and lower still.
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
