Jan 8, 2019
@tenkouseii
Arm on the counter of the bar, the pink-haired woman propped up her chin on her hand. Blue eyes sparkled as her drink slid across the counter. A fruity drink made from local fruits and alcohol, it was a Cotes standard. She could never make anything like it in the Golden Ward. “Thanks.” Elizabeth lifted and took a sip. She hummed.
“You’re always here when I come visit. What’s a handsome lad like yourself doing here all the time? This can’t be the only place you work, can it?”