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 Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 11:43 am
"Another, please."
Gunnwale's scratchy, soft tone was polite as usual and she smiled slightly as the Jivviness behind the bar hurried to refill her mug. The service here was always excellent, though the tender's eagerness could also be attributed to Gunn's quiet, sure way, versus that of some of the louder drunks or squawking, laughing nobles that also frequented this particular watering hole.
To her, so used to plunking individual sounds from the cacophonies of the marketplace and nature herself, the noisy, crowded downstairs tavern was nothing particularly troublesome on her ears. She worked, rested, drank a bit, and listened. If there was someone of interest around, she talked.
The long, calloused middle finger of her right hand found itself running a smooth, slow circle against the wood of the bar, the fingerpad finding the scratched, yet highly polished texture soothing, relaxing.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 11:54 am
"Gunn,"
The murmured name was almost like a purr, the redhead's expression pleased as she brushed off the barstool beside the Vhaid with a gloved hand before taking a seat. Tanned legs bare from the knee down crossed as she turned to face the oceanic Jivvin, arms and shoulders also revealed by her tastefully tailored black dress [courtesy of a certain Afya].
Their similiar eyes [one pair brighter, the other more stormy in tone] met and Colby let her hand touch the back of Gunnwale's, still tracing a lazy circle upon the bar.
"I always find you down here, with the ruffians. You know you're more than welcome upstairs."
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 12:03 pm
"Miss Colby," A smile that tugged at the corner's of Gunn's wide mouth and she nodded in greeting to the more elegant female, glancing away briefly to speak to the tender, who'd returned to their portion of the bar quite quickly upon sight of the 'owner' of the GameHouse.
"A drink for the lady, as well?" The Jivviness behind the bar moved to deliver something a bit more complex than the simple draught in Gunnwale's mug, and placed it quietly in front of Colby before politely shifting away.
A quiet, gruff chuckle at Cole's next statement and she raised a goodnatured eyebrow, her tone amused and neutral. "You know that's not my place. Your soft skin is lovely, no doubt, but I'd rather keep company with those whose hands are as rough as mine." Her slow smile grew. "Besides, I might run into my relatives."
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