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

[oneirism]

Who: Lapis + You
Where: Various
When: Even more various
Summary: Catch all for pre-game CR
Restrictions/Warnings: None right now, will edit if anything pops up.

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[lotusmesenpai]

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.

[oneirism]

[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.]

[lotusmesenpai]

[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?

[oneirism]

[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.]

[lotusmesenpai]

[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.