(Open Rp)
Rune smirked at the man across the bar. They'd been staring at each other all night and the witch was just drunk enough to play along. Sure, he wasn't his usual type, but fuck it, tonight everyone was his type. The witch strode over and leant down to whisper in the man's ear, a deep southern honey coating his words,"Y'know, staring is just rude unless you're going to invite your victim over. Lucky you, I'll let it slide.~"











