[Even without Kendry colors, Rhys is a sight hard to miss, with his expensive taste and well-groomed form and his mouth that doesn't seem to know the meaning of the word caution. She's only been on orders to escort him around twice, but it's been enough times to know that his parents would not be pleased to discover their son's dead body in one of Old Town's back alleys tomorrow morning.
So.
The barkeep's tapped on the shoulder, given a small folded piece of paper and enough joy to cover a second drink (much to the chagrin of her wallet) with a quick flutter of her eyelashes. A woman with interest in a man, for all anyone might guess, passing along a love note to her would-be suitor for the evening.
Nah, sorry buddy. The words scrawled into the torn paper are anything but loving, once they're delivered along with the second drink.]
Shut up.
[If he looks up across the bar, there'll be a stony face glaring at him. Hi.]
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So.
The barkeep's tapped on the shoulder, given a small folded piece of paper and enough joy to cover a second drink (much to the chagrin of her wallet) with a quick flutter of her eyelashes. A woman with interest in a man, for all anyone might guess, passing along a love note to her would-be suitor for the evening.
Nah, sorry buddy. The words scrawled into the torn paper are anything but loving, once they're delivered along with the second drink.]
Shut up.
[If he looks up across the bar, there'll be a stony face glaring at him. Hi.]