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]

[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.