Apr 18, 2014
themagechampion said: [ *dumps coffee on your face* ]
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themagechampion said: [ *dumps coffee on your face* ]
// maKER IT BURNS .
Marian and Isabela. || See How They Run.
Little brat. Lucky he is not.
Snorting in what seems to be a baffled array of disgust and utter amusement, the woman sinks lithely against the bar, reaching for her drink as she replaces the dagger at her back. What is now clearly a smug little smirk touches the rip of her mug, and she tilts her head back to finish off the contents, swiping her forearm across her mouth before clacking the dish against the bar.
"I know, I said that was my last..." she groans in the tavern keep's direction, her admittedly gracious (and clearly aware) form turning about so that her elbows met the shoddy wood, "But you and I both know I need this..." Ringed fingers push the mug towards his side of the countertop, and a sideways grin lurks at dark lips as the man rolls his eyes, sweeping up the empty thing and replacing it with a fresh drink.
"I'm startin' t'wonder if all these silvers're worth the trouble you run through this place..." he mutters, shaking his head as he walks back to the other counter, tending to another patron... some chatty thing with a bad tattoo. Not that Isabela's noting it.
No, she's clearly content to become enthralled in her drink now...