Moyra Russell

“Hold on to the memories you have. The good ones, even the painful ones.” licking the upper lip as she stood against a piller, taking in the bar buzzing stormwind had to offer. The tankard in her hand was now lightly tapped, was she talking to herself? To the tavern folk around? Who knows at this point.

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Gin's brow raised as the other woman spoke seemingly to no one. Smoke curled around the raven-haired woman's head, almost appearing to move on its own as it danced around her. One sapphire eye sparked to violet briefly before returning to normal.

"Painful mem'ries make me do stupid shite, though," Gin replied, even if she wasn't the one that was being spoken to. The chair across from her was pushed out slightly as Gin kicked it out for the other. "Sit. Share yer mem'ries an' unburden yerself."

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A small lick was made to her lips, it was different, not overly bad but not for her obviously. Nodding she set it down and lightly pushed it out of the way, taking up her tankard." Second time trying it, I'm used to the rum." Lightly holding it up

"Though if it had an apple flavor or pear, then it would have been downed." A small chuckle was given, taking a sip of her drink." So, do you come here often?"

@drunkenworgen

"Eh, this ain' th'good shite, anyway." Gin picked up the rejected glass, finishing it off before setting it upside down on the table. "Y've been 'angin' out with pirates, then?" Her tone was teasing, chuckling softly. The pirates Gin associated herself with always did seem to be fond of rum, though there were a few exceptions.

"Eh, somewot. Come 'ere t'talk t'business associates, mos'ly. 'S a bit outta th' way t'be m'usual 'ang out. Wot brings y't'this delightful lil' tavern, then?"

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Raising a brow her green eyes flickerd with amusement watching Gin knock back the drink she didn't finish, a small nod was giving appreciating the woman's ways some, it was amusing.

" I haven't met pirates, would probably love to though." He took another sip of her drink with a small shrug." Are they fun? I'm just here to unwind, and see how the city was for a bit."

@drunkenworgen

#double shots

“Have you ever, tried some pickled eggs?" Raising a brow lightly, holding out a closed jar, offering in case.

Alastar paused in his walk looking at the woman with some intrigue by the question and her appearance.

Paranoia was perhaps his biggest problem when it came to strangers, so he studied the offered closed jar with a little skepticism. “Will have to say no, I’ve not.” He looked towards the woman again. “Are you selling or offering?”

A small head told was made as she watched his reaction, looking from the jar to him as he spoke." Oh, offering. Always some fun to try something new right?"

Having made a good big batch of smaller jars, she adored making them as it was a normal snack she enjoyed." Don't worry, the it hasn't been opened, not since being canned."

@alastar-wyatt

Alastar skepticism held, but he reached for the jar and gave it a look to see how many were in there before deciding to open it. “You just go around offering food to people?” He asked as he popped the lid open and gave it a sniff. He did well to hide his uncertainty further as the smell of vinegar struck him.

@moyrarussell

Happy that he took it, her green eyes held excitement, pressing her lips together for a moment before answering." Well, yes at times if I have some to offer. It was how I was raised." Nodding, she blinked, raising a brow, now questioning if this was not of the normal; being used to sharing with the people around In her area." Is... It not normal for the city folk to do that?"

@alastar-wyatt

Alastar listened, and while he did weighed if he should try and eat the egg now or save it for later. Maybe have Allie ( @alliesdelimma ) try it first….

He wasn’t sure about that smell.

He put the lid back on when she asked her question. He gave her a gentle smile, understanding now, his suspicion gone. “Well being as you can consider me city-folk,” his smile grew just a tad. “I would say yes. It is very odd unless you’re trying to sell something.” He offered a hand out to her. “The name is Alastar by the way.”

Watching him now lid it she would still hold a smile, though as he agreed it was weird a nod was given to this." Ah, well thank you for telling me honestly, that's nice of you."

She would reach out and take his hand, lightly shaking it. " A pleasure Alastar, my name is Moyra." Gently letting his hand go.

@alastar-wyatt

“Hold on to the memories you have. The good ones, even the painful ones.” licking the upper lip as she stood against a piller, taking in the bar buzzing stormwind had to offer. The tankard in her hand was now lightly tapped, was she talking to herself? To the tavern folk around? Who knows at this point.

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Gin's brow raised as the other woman spoke seemingly to no one. Smoke curled around the raven-haired woman's head, almost appearing to move on its own as it danced around her. One sapphire eye sparked to violet briefly before returning to normal.

"Painful mem'ries make me do stupid shite, though," Gin replied, even if she wasn't the one that was being spoken to. The chair across from her was pushed out slightly as Gin kicked it out for the other. "Sit. Share yer mem'ries an' unburden yerself."

( @moyrarussell )

A soft chuckle escaped as she pressed her lips together, able to picture this very well." Seems they like to shower you in gifts." Looking to the glass a small shrug was made, why not kick back a few rounds. She would take a sip, lightly puckering at the strong flavor." Oh, that's not too bad."

Nodding as the woman spoke of her car feeling safe her features warmed a bit." I am glad she did, not like I could blame her. A beautiful sight." She would attempt this once more lightly shivering at the drink." Oh! Yes, sorry about that. A pleasure Gin, my name is Moyra." Setting the drink down she held her hand out for the woman to shake if she wished to.

@drunkenworgen

The Gilnean woman raised an eyebrow with a smirk at Moyra's reaction to the whiskey. It wasn't even the strongest the tavern had to offer. Then again, Gin had been drinking for...far longer than she'd like to admit. Her gaze shifted to the offered hand with a tilt of her head before extending her own to shake.

"Pleasure." She'd already drank her first glass, moving to refill it. An amused look played at her features as she watched the other woman attempting to enjoy the whiskey. " 'F 's no' yer cuppa tea, y'don' hafta drink it, y'know."

( @moyrarussell )

A small lick was made to her lips, it was different, not overly bad but not for her obviously. Nodding she set it down and lightly pushed it out of the way, taking up her tankard." Second time trying it, I'm used to the rum." Lightly holding it up

"Though if it had an apple flavor or pear, then it would have been downed." A small chuckle was given, taking a sip of her drink." So, do you come here often?"

@drunkenworgen

“Have you ever, tried some pickled eggs?" Raising a brow lightly, holding out a closed jar, offering in case.

Alastar paused in his walk looking at the woman with some intrigue by the question and her appearance.

Paranoia was perhaps his biggest problem when it came to strangers, so he studied the offered closed jar with a little skepticism. “Will have to say no, I’ve not.” He looked towards the woman again. “Are you selling or offering?”

A small head told was made as she watched his reaction, looking from the jar to him as he spoke." Oh, offering. Always some fun to try something new right?"

Having made a good big batch of smaller jars, she adored making them as it was a normal snack she enjoyed." Don't worry, the it hasn't been opened, not since being canned."

@alastar-wyatt

Alastar skepticism held, but he reached for the jar and gave it a look to see how many were in there before deciding to open it. “You just go around offering food to people?” He asked as he popped the lid open and gave it a sniff. He did well to hide his uncertainty further as the smell of vinegar struck him.

@moyrarussell

Happy that he took it, her green eyes held excitement, pressing her lips together for a moment before answering." Well, yes at times if I have some to offer. It was how I was raised." Nodding, she blinked, raising a brow, now questioning if this was not of the normal; being used to sharing with the people around In her area." Is... It not normal for the city folk to do that?"

@alastar-wyatt

“Have you ever, tried some pickled eggs?" Raising a brow lightly, holding out a closed jar, offering in case.

Alastar paused in his walk looking at the woman with some intrigue by the question and her appearance.

Paranoia was perhaps his biggest problem when it came to strangers, so he studied the offered closed jar with a little skepticism. “Will have to say no, I’ve not.” He looked towards the woman again. “Are you selling or offering?”

A small head told was made as she watched his reaction, looking from the jar to him as he spoke." Oh, offering. Always some fun to try something new right?"

Having made a good big batch of smaller jars, she adored making them as it was a normal snack she enjoyed." Don't worry, the it hasn't been opened, not since being canned."

@alastar-wyatt

“Hold on to the memories you have. The good ones, even the painful ones.” licking the upper lip as she stood against a piller, taking in the bar buzzing stormwind had to offer. The tankard in her hand was now lightly tapped, was she talking to herself? To the tavern folk around? Who knows at this point.

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(Accepting!)

Gin's brow raised as the other woman spoke seemingly to no one. Smoke curled around the raven-haired woman's head, almost appearing to move on its own as it danced around her. One sapphire eye sparked to violet briefly before returning to normal.

"Painful mem'ries make me do stupid shite, though," Gin replied, even if she wasn't the one that was being spoken to. The chair across from her was pushed out slightly as Gin kicked it out for the other. "Sit. Share yer mem'ries an' unburden yerself."

( @moyrarussell )

A small tilt of her head was made, taking notice of the shadows that followed the woman, as well as the joint now snuffed. " That would be a good title." Nodding at this, glancing to the barmaid as the signal was given.

She would sit back and relax, tapping the rim of the tankard." Light and fluffy hu? I got one, I work a farm, so tons of memories. Just this fourth, my wonderful moucer of a cat had finally given birth, four beautiful kittens alive and well, though where she did this was not a... Nice place to do such."

Once the drinks were delivered a wild smile was made." You like your drinks hard ma'am?" A hand gestures to the whiskey, knowing it would be a good night." So, anyways, she gave birth on my bed of all places. That was one of the good memories."

@drunkenworgen

"M'mouser likes t'leave their 'eads fer me t'find. Barefoot, mos'ly." She gave a slight roll of her eyes as she poured the whiskey, offering one to the woman sitting across from her. "Aye. Go big or go 'ome. Whiskey or nothin' generally." She raised the glass to eye level, sniffing the amber liquid before taking a drink.

"Seems she though' 'at wus th'safest space fer 'er an 'er babes. Should take tha' as a compliment, mate." Setting her glass down, she ran her finger around the rim a few times before speaking again. "Where're m'manners? Name's Gin...an' y'are...?"

( @moyrarussell )

#double shots #GinxMoyra #rp

A soft chuckle escaped as she pressed her lips together, able to picture this very well." Seems they like to shower you in gifts." Looking to the glass a small shrug was made, why not kick back a few rounds. She would take a sip, lightly puckering at the strong flavor." Oh, that's not too bad."

Nodding as the woman spoke of her car feeling safe her features warmed a bit." I am glad she did, not like I could blame her. A beautiful sight." She would attempt this once more lightly shivering at the drink." Oh! Yes, sorry about that. A pleasure Gin, my name is Moyra." Setting the drink down she held her hand out for the woman to shake if she wished to.

@drunkenworgen

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“Hold on to the memories you have. The good ones, even the painful ones.” licking the upper lip as she stood against a piller, taking in the bar buzzing stormwind had to offer. The tankard in her hand was now lightly tapped, was she talking to herself? To the tavern folk around? Who knows at this point.

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(Accepting!)

Gin's brow raised as the other woman spoke seemingly to no one. Smoke curled around the raven-haired woman's head, almost appearing to move on its own as it danced around her. One sapphire eye sparked to violet briefly before returning to normal.

"Painful mem'ries make me do stupid shite, though," Gin replied, even if she wasn't the one that was being spoken to. The chair across from her was pushed out slightly as Gin kicked it out for the other. "Sit. Share yer mem'ries an' unburden yerself."

( @moyrarussell )

Hearing the voice she turned her head some, taking notice of the chair a cheery smile was offered." If you're going to do some stupid shit, you should at least have someone there to take note." Pausing her sentence for a moment she would scooted the chair out a bit more and take a seat." That way, if you die at least they can show others what not to do."

A small chuckle escaped, nodding to her." Thanks, it's been a long day and not enough drinks just yet. That does help unload. As for my memories to be told." A small wrinkle of her nose was made as she smiled relaxing her face now." Some good, some bad. What ones first." She questioned and took a sip of the ale.

@drunkenworgen

A knowing hum was given as the other woman sat down, tapping her joint out on the edge of her seat. "Title 'f m'autobiography. 'Wot No' t'do an' 'Ow t'do It.' " A crooked grin was given as she leaned forward, the Shadows around her seemed to follow her as she did so.

A signal was given to the bartender for another round, a bottle of whiskey and two glasses appearing from a passing barmaid a moment later. " 'Ow about we start off ligh'? A good one t'start with."

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