overjoyed_logs | Pre-Game Log | Imagine we are higher than the sparrows

[His lips twitch, slightly, at her attempts to follow his lead - the only hint of actual amusement that he lets through before he knocks the rest of his glass back in one quick shot.

It burns, warm and comfortable down his throat as he sets the glass back onto the table.]

Of course it is. They save the good stuff for Leithian wannabes.

[Shrugging then, he sits back in his chair, legs stretched out before him, one elbow on the table and head resting temple against his fist as he watches her.]

Doubt it, but you could always try the pumpkin ale instead. Too sweet for me, but it's not horrible.

[She saw that lip twitch, Kanda! Even if it was only something little, at least it was something - so she's rather proud of herself now.

But she hums softly in agreement, not really considering herself Leithian anymore since she up and left years ago. Plus she never drank there either, but it would make sense that they would have the good stuff.

She leans back in her chair as she keeps eyeing the bottle in her hands, tilting her head slightly at his suggestion.]

Pumpkin ale? I guess I'll give that a try, though I'm kinda wary of how it's sweet.

[Lapis has a sweet tooth, but sweet alcohol sounds a bit... much. At least she seems to be getting the hang of drinking this, as she takes another swift sip - no coughs this time.]

[He does have a sense of humor... almost. It's just rarely let loose. So for her to unintentionally tease out a part of it that's neither sardonic or snide is something of an accomplishment.

He's just not going to admit that. Instead, he'll just focus on the conversation.]

It's not horrible, I just don't like sweet things.

[~~He prefers them bitter, like his soul.~~

Shrugging at that, he glances at the door, then back to her.] Maybe next time then, or after you finish for the night. Were you planning on staying after the next song, or you heading home?

[Lapis will be forever proud of this accomplishment. Even if he doesn't say anything, because she'll be proud of herself either way.

And there's just another quiet, thoughtful hum as she scrutinizes her drink once more. Before taking another swig of it, the taste a bit less awful now.]

Hmm... Heading home. I think if I keep standing around in these heels any longer, my feet will cave in.

[Plus she's just... tired. But Lapis has never been one to admit when she's tired or just done for the day.]

Alright then.

[It honestly doesn't matter to him beyond the fact that, her going home earlier means less time he has to spend knocking heads across the bar's floor. Because, for him, seeing her home after entertaining is the signal that his own responsibilities are done, at least for the night.

Waving at her drink, he shrugs, the lingering traces of his amusement still hidden in the faint twist of his lips.]

Finish your drink, and then finish your song so we can get the hell out of here before I really do shoot somebody.

[Lapis figured he wouldn't care much either way - plus her finishing early means they can both get some reprieve from the drunks occupying the bar. Even Lapis gets rather tired of them after a while, despite not being bothered by much.

So she takes another sip of her drink at his motion, still feeling rather triumphant when she sees that amusement. Huffing softly at his words, her own lips curling up into a smile now.]

Maybe I want to see you shoot someone, though. [Her tone is rather light-hearted as she says that though - and she quickly finishes the rest of her drink, with only minimal grimacing before getting back onto her feet.]

But alright, let's get going. [Luckily the journey back to the stage involves nobody getting into either of their business, so there's no worries of anybody getting shot as Lapis hops back onto the stage.]

[And less of a worry as she sings, because this time he's just going to stand at the edge of the stage with his back to her, hands resting on the hilts of his firearms, and the perpetual scowl locked firmly in place.

At least, until she's done.

Until then, he's much like an immovable statue, set in stone, with only the slight turn of his head any indication that he's actually enjoying her last song. Once he's sure she's actually finished, however, he offers the crowd one last glare before turning to offer her a hand down - not out of any sense of being a gentleman.

More so the drunken oglers can't take the opportunity to separate them. Arching a brow at her, he cants his head towards the bar.]

Do you want to stay longer, or head out?

[Even if she doesn't show it, she is relieved that he stays by the stage - his presence is always more than enough to deter any touchy-feely drunks. And once she's done, she doesn't hesitate to take his hand, hoping down from the stage and sticking close to him.

Gold eyes then glance towards the bar, before offering a shake of her head. She's very much done for the night.]

I think now is a good time to head out.

[She gives the bartender a slight wave, signalling the end of her shift - not hesitating to lead the way out of the bar, weaving through the crowd before sighing quietly in relief once they're outside. After hours in the crowded bar, it's nice to be out in the fresh air again. Or as fresh as the air can get around here.]

[There's more than a little relief for him at her words - he's at his limit for dealing with idiots, and too much more would likely lead to an actual brawl or someone else leaving with broken bones.

It might actually be a bit of a relief, but he's never been one to revel in violence. For him, it's more of a necessary evil that comes with the jobs.

Still, his focus is getting her home, and so he shifts to step before her, not bothering to let go the hand in his as he cuts them a path to and out of the door. Outside isn't much better, but at least it's slightly less crowded.

Enough to finally let go her hand and fall into step beside her.]

When's your next shift? He didn't bother to say, but I've got a few warrants coming up that will take me off Westerley.

Pre-Game Log | Imagine we are higher than the sparrows

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