Isla
The tension rolls across the bar like a clap of distant thunder; unseen, but felt deep in one's bones. The barman backs off, as do a few of the other patrons gathered round, and Isla is just finishing the cherry garnish off her cocktail when a familiar hand comes and whiskeys up the drink for her. Cocking a smile in greeting over her shoulder at the Flood, the man he's speaking to visibly blanches.
Stammering an apology and making himself very scarce indeed, Isla is left watching his departing back slip away into the main room. With a sigh, she leans in to jostle against Sunjata a little. "I was quite enjoying that," she informs him as if he's ruined some game she was playing, all the while lifting her glass to hold it up to his in a toast. "You finished making your rounds?"
Stammering an apology and making himself very scarce indeed, Isla is left watching his departing back slip away into the main room. With a sigh, she leans in to jostle against Sunjata a little. "I was quite enjoying that," she informs him as if he's ruined some game she was playing, all the while lifting her glass to hold it up to his in a toast. "You finished making your rounds?"
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
