??? ( @krakensblight ) says ...
&& － The tall woman would look down upon the green haired swordsman before pulling a bottle of Sake out of her robes and offering the warrior the bottle before placing a finger against her bandaged mouth in a "hush hush" manner due to the fact she may have snuck that bottle out from a group of pirates being loud in a bar .
sipping at the remains within the glass, held lightly between the tip of his fingers, a satisfied sigh is let out, soothing out any tension stuffed betwixt instincts and easing into the bar’s filling of rowdiness and suspicious glances. it’s his first belis spent upon landing, a ritual at this point having allowed himself this treat every time he has the pocket money to do so. with a clack, delicate material hitting wood overrun with instilled marks of previous customers, signals completion, not a drop leftover.
his hand was raised briefly with intentions to call for the bartender ( oh, the first one was just the beginning ) before a shadow was looming over him, causing a simple, idled look, a slow turn of his head at the individual. normally, this approach was always followed up with an immediate swing from drunkards who caught sight of his green head, so he keeps wary of that, but instead of a fist, a clean bottle was extended, perking his attention quickly.
he glances first, from the temptation then back to the stranger before ultimately taking the offer, cracking his next drink in an instant, hidden excitement under a curious visage. soon follows a nod in acknowledgement of the sneaky operation the other was going through, as well representative of gratitude.
