{se} I need a cure, prescribe a drug

Edmund needs a break. The construction of the guild, his quest, and recent traumatic events weight heavily on his shoulders. He's only ever had a little alcohol, but the bar is away from the crowded streets and is dark. It's enough to have the Ancient walking in. The bartender recognizes him despite it being his first time here, and quickly rushes over to take his order. Edmund's not sure if it's because of Maeve or Harper, but he appreciates the gesture. Picking up his drink, (he thinks the bartender called it a whiskey sour?), he looks for a place to sit. Spotting an open stool, he walks over and pauses when he recognizes who's sitting beside it. "Hi, Soleil." It was a nice surprise to see one of his guildmates, even if his ears turn a little red as he recalls how she called him 'cute'. His tail flicks nervously at his side as he speaks. Edmund Reborn In Fire