Location: Any Bar
Players: Reaper +Â Open
All Reaper wanted to do was enjoy a little peace and quite with a drink before heading back home for the night. She had specifically found a booth near the back of the bar to avoid the bustle at the front of the house. She had only just taken a sip from her glass of whiskey when a figure slid into the booth across from her.Â
Youâve got to be fucking kidding me.
âLook,â the brunette started, fixing the poor soul who had interrupted her quiet with a pointed scowl. âBefore you start with some piss poor attempt at selling me your sorry excuse of a guild, donât waste your breath. Iâm not interested.â She finished, draining the remaining whiskey in her glass before slamming it back down rather loudly against the table top. Reaper raised an arched eyebrow as she realized the figure was still perched in their spot across like her voiced ad gone in one ear and out the other. She felt her eye twitch.Â
âCan I help you?âÂ
The bar was a lot more crowded than she thought it would be, so when she saw an empty booth, she jumped at the chance to snag it. Literally. Another player might have scowled as she stepped on their foot to get to a place where she could finally sit. Except. The booth wasnât empty. She opened her mouth to apologize, but found herself cut off. Her guild? Honey blinked, trying to figure out what about her told the other player she was a recruiter.Â
âUm, sorry? I thought this booth was empty, I didnât-- why do you think Iâm a recruiter?â It wasnât what she has meant to ask, she should have just apologized and walked away, and yet.














