Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
"Indeed I did." Strange, how small things could mean so much. Never would she have thought to return to this bar on her own, and certainly not to work. Yet here she was anyway, grateful enough to weep over the simple acceptance he offered. No questions asked, no conditions - not even a hint of curiosity over why she needed distractions. It was... more welcome than shed realized.
Masking the sappy sentiment behind a smile that did very little to hide her emotions - she'd never been good at that, let's be real - Maea sidled over to join Neron, sparing only a brief moment to reel at the different perspective offered of the establishment.
"Might as well learn where everything is," the girl shrugged, foregoing the list in favor of looking through bottles. The sheer amount of them had her brows lifting in some surprise. "It's more than I thought. Can't all be from the Grounds, can it?"
Reaching up on tiptoes, Maea turned a bottle with perhaps a shot or two left to examine the label. "Winged Whiskey. Mango Gin. Peppermint-bark Lager, all gone in a serving or two" she read out, and glanced over a shoulder to see if he was keeping up.
Masking the sappy sentiment behind a smile that did very little to hide her emotions - she'd never been good at that, let's be real - Maea sidled over to join Neron, sparing only a brief moment to reel at the different perspective offered of the establishment.
"Might as well learn where everything is," the girl shrugged, foregoing the list in favor of looking through bottles. The sheer amount of them had her brows lifting in some surprise. "It's more than I thought. Can't all be from the Grounds, can it?"
Reaching up on tiptoes, Maea turned a bottle with perhaps a shot or two left to examine the label. "Winged Whiskey. Mango Gin. Peppermint-bark Lager, all gone in a serving or two" she read out, and glanced over a shoulder to see if he was keeping up.
Maea
