What I want to hear on nights I can't sleep is your voice

[philoxenia]

[ ... Well, that was an absolute shitshow, wasn't it? Instead of dwelling on how she feels about everything that just happened, Mira's channeling that energy into something else--and she has a little bit of help doing it. Zerinda and Ema are here in the bar to make drinks, and Mira's brought in a ton of food that's definitely not healthy for anyone, but screw it, who cares about health right now?

Della's here to pass out invitations, too--they let everyone know there's a gathering in the bar, if they'd rather not be alone.

If you choose not to come, well... Mira's got that taken care of, too. She'll place a little container of cookies and hot cocoa outside your door. Maybe it'll help someone feel a little less alone--at least, that's what she's hoping. ]

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[snackooed]

[ Oh, Tressa really sounds like her kind of girl-- ]

Hey now, the blood isn't the part I can't handle. In my line of work, you see that pretty much every day. Of course, how much of it is a whole different kettle of fish, but...the fighting, maybe not so much. Not to say I never got, y'know, basic training...

[ But has she ever had to use it on anyone? No chance. ]

I'd be better off running the tavern and listening to the stories, I think.

[bolderfell]

You do have a gift for it.

[And not just because her cocktails would be centuries ahead of the times.]

I've visited taverns all over the world. Yours might end up a little loud for my tastes, but I'm sure it'd be full of good tales. And good ale.

[snackooed]

I think a tavern is probably one of those things that's only as good as the people in it.

[ Not that the menu isn't important, but... ]

I don't think loud is all that bad, all things considered. Sometimes the quiet is nice, but generally, I think laughter is a little nicer. And you get a lot of that, with good company. Even if it's just two.

[bolderfell]

[Just two, huh? It's such a small thing, this offhand remark--nothing that ought to give him pause. And yet.]

...Well, oftentimes I'm at the alehouse for business more than pleasure. But...

[His expression settles on a slight, wistful smile.]

Guess I can see the appeal.