Next One's on Me
Jan 31, 2021 23:08:45 GMT -5
Post by Cyprena Sevenius on Jan 31, 2021 23:08:45 GMT -5
“One more, of that slushy shit.” In spite of what she said, the liquid that Ren had called out for her was a fluffy color and very pleasant in taste. It had been a while now, since she had left her time at the inn, after having traded away a lot of her fancy, future-tech and goods, trading her one-room in the old building for her shiny ship. She had gone through a good amount of it at this point, it mostly worked, and in practically new condition, to her shock (some day she’d test if it could take off), and while there was still more to be done, today, she thought she’d relax.
Though she’d gotten to love her shiny companions, thinking that was such a strange thought, especially with how much they drove her up a wall, they were all thankfully up to their own stuff for the day, leaving Ren to her own devices. Though there were plenty of places to explore, plenty of ways to relax, there was only one place that she felt that she could truly relax, and she was sitting there, right at the present moment. There was a buzz of excitement, some noise, as the cold night set in and people and non-people grabbed their drink of choice to receive the pleasant blanket of courage and warmth. Even with the chaos in her day-to-day, Ren enjoyed the noise.
The innkeeper, she’d never picked up their name, obliged the turian, whose loud voice seemed to slowly be increasing in pitch, sliding over a glass with the semi-frozen drink. Ren returned their smile, mandibles set awkwardly, probably, tipping the drink into her mouth and letting out an audible sigh as she felt it slip down into her stomach. She liked to drink, yeah, what of it? and it felt like it had been a while since she’d indulged herself a bit. There were always things to worry about, hell, she didn’t really know if she’d be whisked out of this place in this moment and disappear into another mess or adventure, usually both, but for now, she’d lean on the bar on her stool and drink.
Ooc, 362 words
Though she’d gotten to love her shiny companions, thinking that was such a strange thought, especially with how much they drove her up a wall, they were all thankfully up to their own stuff for the day, leaving Ren to her own devices. Though there were plenty of places to explore, plenty of ways to relax, there was only one place that she felt that she could truly relax, and she was sitting there, right at the present moment. There was a buzz of excitement, some noise, as the cold night set in and people and non-people grabbed their drink of choice to receive the pleasant blanket of courage and warmth. Even with the chaos in her day-to-day, Ren enjoyed the noise.
The innkeeper, she’d never picked up their name, obliged the turian, whose loud voice seemed to slowly be increasing in pitch, sliding over a glass with the semi-frozen drink. Ren returned their smile, mandibles set awkwardly, probably, tipping the drink into her mouth and letting out an audible sigh as she felt it slip down into her stomach. She liked to drink, yeah, what of it? and it felt like it had been a while since she’d indulged herself a bit. There were always things to worry about, hell, she didn’t really know if she’d be whisked out of this place in this moment and disappear into another mess or adventure, usually both, but for now, she’d lean on the bar on her stool and drink.
Ooc, 362 words