The Hanged Man was open late, and Zefira surely appreciated the courtesy. She had a man under one arm - cute, lots of muscles, not too bright - and a martini (dirty and on the rocks) in the other, and she'd decided that both were coming home with her tonight.
"Ta, darlin's," she called to the rest of the bar, blowing them all a sharp-toothed kiss as she sauntered towards the door with her desserts, just or otherwise. Out they went into the night. A much brighter night than usual, as a matter of fact, and Zefira squinted up into the sky where two moons shone down upon them.
"Hmmm? Looks like the fun'll be starting soon," she purred. Her companion for the evening, who was on the outside of more than a few hard drinks already and working on another, blinked blearily up into the sky and then shrugged, beaming an eager smile at the golden-eyed woman at his side. "Atta boy." With a possessive pat on his prodigious bicep she led them off down the street.
"Ta, darlin's," she called to the rest of the bar, blowing them all a sharp-toothed kiss as she sauntered towards the door with her desserts, just or otherwise. Out they went into the night. A much brighter night than usual, as a matter of fact, and Zefira squinted up into the sky where two moons shone down upon them.
"Hmmm? Looks like the fun'll be starting soon," she purred. Her companion for the evening, who was on the outside of more than a few hard drinks already and working on another, blinked blearily up into the sky and then shrugged, beaming an eager smile at the golden-eyed woman at his side. "Atta boy." With a possessive pat on his prodigious bicep she led them off down the street.
