“No, what? Already?” she questions, and instead of features falling, the hint of a pout settles on her lips. It’s not that late is it? While in a city like Covaire filled to the brim with the supernatural bars would even impliment such a thing like last round was beyond her. Granted they already had stretched the last round for quite some time, perhaps deliberately so or perhaps it’s just a coincidence that neither of them had emptied their glasses. She enjoyed his company, which is perhaps why she is so surprised that a good couple hours had passed since they had struck up a conversation.
Tabs are paid, their glasses emptied and they leave the bar they unsurprisngly were the last patrons of. “You know any other bars that are still open?” she asks, “Unless of course you’d rather call it a night and return home...?” // @lorenzocaselli