Neron
"Well thank goodness for that," Neron croons, flashing her another grin as they lean in like conspirators about to divulge secrets. His steel blue gaze flicks towards the door only briefly as it opens - he likes to keep his finger on the pulse of those who frequent the Kraai - before returning wholly to Aisha. "So are you only visiting this wonderful, frosty abode of ours?" he asks. "Or can I look forward to seeing you at the bar for the foreseeable?"
Regardless, he raises the bottle as if to ask if she would like another shot. A potentially bold move, given that only one of them can get drunk. And depending on how far Aisha needs to go to get to her bed for the evening, it might be the case that Neron is her escort home. Or maybe she'll just pass out in the bar. Either or.
Regardless, he raises the bottle as if to ask if she would like another shot. A potentially bold move, given that only one of them can get drunk. And depending on how far Aisha needs to go to get to her bed for the evening, it might be the case that Neron is her escort home. Or maybe she'll just pass out in the bar. Either or.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
