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 Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2024 6:40 pm
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"Oh, he was really good!" Keio shouldered her companion, who was staring thoughtfully into her drink. Adelaide was mindlessly circling the rim of her mug with a delicate finger, staring to where the musician had left the stage. Kleio's smiled slipped, her lips pursed at her friend's disinterest. "Or do I just not have ears?" She rose her mug to her lips, eyebrow cocked waiting for a response of some kind. She watched Adelaide's ghostly gaze flicker to her lazily. Kleio raised her brow as high as she could, trying to illicit something from the pale girl.
"You hear fine." The words were clipped short, punctuated with a delicate sip from her glass.
At her friend's recognition, Kleio grinned wide and took a large swig of her own drink. Unfortunately, too big. Ale dribbled down the corner of her lips as she struggled to swallow. "Heavens you think I don't know how to drink!" She announced, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Adelaide's face had cracked into a small smile. Kleio turned to wave down the bartender for something to clean up with. At the bartender's attention, she ordered another round for her and her friend.
"You got me tonight, right? I need to step out." She did not register Adelaide's murmured excuse to step away. So when she turned back with another round to an empty spot beside her, Kleio's initial thoughts were that A) she got stuck with the tab and B) well damn, she had two drinks.
Adelaide did this often - something would strike her interest and she would just dip. It was often inspiration hitting in the wrong place, wrong time, and nothing took her from finding the nearest quill and scroll to document her thoughts. It wasn't totally surprising, and Kleio vaguely thought with this being a common occurence she should make her friend pay first, and maybe stop ordering rounds without staring the ghost of a girl down the entire time.
Kleio could realistically clear two more mugs. She looked out at the tavern crowd, purple eyes scrutinzing. Who could use a drink? She landed on the taur staring boredly around. She quirked a brow and waited to catch his eye, raising the mug in hopefully a universal gesture of "you want it?"
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It was evening at a random tavern and Fiore was staring into his mug of ale wondering what would happen next. Life had gotten boring in the past few weeks and Fiore was worried he was getting jaded. He wanted excitement and something…he had no idea what. Great guiding purpose he had.
