Maeve
It seemed Maeve did a lot of sitting around and waiting these days. Waiting for the Skyport to be repaired, waiting for Ronin to tell her she could go home, waiting for Locke to skip out on training. So much waiting. It meant the Madame has plenty of time to herself. Time that she needed to kill.
There were worse places to do it she supposed. The White Hart was a fine bar. Good food and good drinks readily available. Sometimes ever good conversation depending on who was around. Maeve lounged in the small booth she claimed for herself, sipping slowly at her drink. Something special made just for her thanks to a couple of winks and sweet words thrown the bartender's way.
The Madame was good at picking up when someone was looking at her. It was a part of her job. How else would she know when the too shy clients that came into the Halenani wanted her attention? She looked around slowly, foot bobbing slightly as her legs remained crossed, showing off the length of them beneath the form fitting dress she wore. Finally her eyes settled on the girl who was looking at her and she arched a brow, head cocking to the side, "Can I help you with something, love?"
There were worse places to do it she supposed. The White Hart was a fine bar. Good food and good drinks readily available. Sometimes ever good conversation depending on who was around. Maeve lounged in the small booth she claimed for herself, sipping slowly at her drink. Something special made just for her thanks to a couple of winks and sweet words thrown the bartender's way.
The Madame was good at picking up when someone was looking at her. It was a part of her job. How else would she know when the too shy clients that came into the Halenani wanted her attention? She looked around slowly, foot bobbing slightly as her legs remained crossed, showing off the length of them beneath the form fitting dress she wore. Finally her eyes settled on the girl who was looking at her and she arched a brow, head cocking to the side, "Can I help you with something, love?"
Long nights, daydreams
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
