Maeve
To his credit, he acts like the shot actually has any sort of effect on him, going so far as to screw his face up as if the liquor burns on the way down even though they both know it doesn't. Maeve grins over at him, letting out a soft huff, "Damn. Who would have guessed." She drawls, tossing back the shot herself and hissing out a breath because it does burn on the way down and she can already feel the warmth of it spreading in her chest as well as across her cheeks. Maeve pours herself another shot as she provides him with her statements for the round, letting him consider them all equally as she watches with an amused glint in her eyes.
Maeve shakes her head, "Nope. I don't know my real name. I gave myself the name Maeve when I was fifteen. Up until that time I didn't have one." A bit of a sad story if she were to bother to go into more detail. She's not sure he truly wants to know, but Maeve has no problem sharing. Her past was tragic. That wasn't a secret. "I'm an only child and I do make my own tea. I have a lavender blend that's rather lovely."
She arches a brow, head cocking to the side in consideration. He was old enough that perhaps that statement about the Voice was true. He also called the citizens of Stormbreak stuffy earlier. Maybe he thought as much because of staying there? It was hard to decide. "Is it that you knew the Voice before the war?" Maeve finally asks, getting ready to take a shot should she have picked wrong.
"Let's see... I'm only twenty. I know ballet. I grow poisonous plants." An easier round for him because she's feeling a little generous. Surely he can figure this one out.
Maeve shakes her head, "Nope. I don't know my real name. I gave myself the name Maeve when I was fifteen. Up until that time I didn't have one." A bit of a sad story if she were to bother to go into more detail. She's not sure he truly wants to know, but Maeve has no problem sharing. Her past was tragic. That wasn't a secret. "I'm an only child and I do make my own tea. I have a lavender blend that's rather lovely."
She arches a brow, head cocking to the side in consideration. He was old enough that perhaps that statement about the Voice was true. He also called the citizens of Stormbreak stuffy earlier. Maybe he thought as much because of staying there? It was hard to decide. "Is it that you knew the Voice before the war?" Maeve finally asks, getting ready to take a shot should she have picked wrong.
"Let's see... I'm only twenty. I know ballet. I grow poisonous plants." An easier round for him because she's feeling a little generous. Surely he can figure this one out.
'Cause it's too cold for you here and now
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
