Isla
"It does, doesn't it?" Isla agrees with a smile as she glances over at him slouched in the chair. "Though I suppose before we do a grand opening, we'll have to hire some people to come and work here. Unless you plan to do it all yourself?" She's biting at her lower lip not to grin at the thought of it; not that the idea of dozens of men and women fawning over Sunjata is funny. On the contrary, it's that she can picture it so easily that's amusing.
Grabbing up a clean cloth and opening one of the nearby windows, Isla scoops some snow into it to make an ice pack of sorts, twisting it a few times to close it up. "I mean, you know quite a few leaders, she points out with a smirk, sliding the window shut again. "And council members, too. It's just whether they are into brothels, or would want to be seen in one."
Stepping out from behind the bar, she offers out the ice pack for Sunjata to press against the back of his neck.
Grabbing up a clean cloth and opening one of the nearby windows, Isla scoops some snow into it to make an ice pack of sorts, twisting it a few times to close it up. "I mean, you know quite a few leaders, she points out with a smirk, sliding the window shut again. "And council members, too. It's just whether they are into brothels, or would want to be seen in one."
Stepping out from behind the bar, she offers out the ice pack for Sunjata to press against the back of his neck.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
