A Drink to You and Me (OPEN)

[Louie Kanto]

It was dusk at this point of time. The sun just barely visible over the buildings and the sky looked like a painting of reds, purples, and yellows. Barely a cloud in the sky as Louie walked down the street to the Gallows Inn Tavern. A local hot spot for him to drink sense arriving back from the Forest. The atmosphere rather dull here compared to the Famous Bloody Mary. However, the prices on food and drinks were more affordable here than what that wench Creo had been charging at the Mary. His brow knitted into a frustrated scowl as he walked around the lobby of the inn and settled by the closest empty table by the fire place.

A bar maiden close behind, not saying a word as Louie plopped himself down in the chair. His red eyes noticing the quiet woman and eyed the plain lass from ankle to crown. A smile forming with tight closed lips as he gestured playfully towards the young lass. " A glass and bottle of rum for my drink, annnnnnnnnnn...." Louie paused tapping his index finger on the surface of the table. " nnnnn for what I'll have to eat, make it the Inn Keeper's choice. An if possible, maybe you for desert." Louie winked, popping the young bar maiden on the ass in a playful manner. The girl jumped, shocked at the sudden pop on her rear and stared at the red headed man. Not sure what to do and feared for loosing her job if the man were to cause any scene. She gave a soft smile and nodded in response to his flirting. Then left to go for-fill his order and return shortly later with a tray holding his drink order.

Louie smiled as he watched her carry the medium size green bottle of rum towards the table and sat it down in front of him. He spared no time when taking the glass provided and began pouring the first glass of the moderately cheap rum he had just purchased. Taking no heed to his surroundings or the fact the maiden had left to go get his meal. Oh no, Louie was lost in taking his first sip of alcohol for the night. The cold drink going down smoothly as he downed the first small glass and slammed it celebratory on the table's surface.  " WHOOO-WEE! That hits the spot. Ohh my sweet, your brown goodness will be the death of me, but that is alright... I do not fear death." He cued at the bottle as he picked it up and hugged it against his face. His cheeks barely even pink as he poured himself another glass as he waited.

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Dusk had such a beautiful effect on the streets of Nova, creating an almost quintessential view of a peaceful city. The pathways and buildings were bathed in a rose colored light that brought out a rustic feel. Vibrant auburn hair moved softly in the breeze as the woman whose head it was attached to strolled down one such pathway. Kaylia’s steps were slow as she took in her surroundings, enjoying the sight as the city was shutting down for the evening and its night life not yet emerging.

She had acclimated well for the cards she had been dealt. Although she was taking refuge at Claire’s she would go days without returning. Spending time familiarizing herself with the city, and making needed connections a mercenary required to make their living. Usually she would bunk at one of the inns. Most of the time she was in the city, picking up odd jobs and acquiring certain items for whoever would pay a sizable fee. It was not a noble profession, but it was a skill set that was second nature to her.

The jacket she normally wore was replaced with a simple shawl she had purchased from the market earlier that day. It was a thin silk like material that was a deep forest green. The coloring brought out the brightness in her orange pupils. Under the shawl was a dark blue satin tunic. The sleeves fell just below her elbow joint and the wide neckline barely hanging off of her shoulders at the socket. Simple dark beige trousers were tucked neatly into her boots; the hilts of her daggers barely visible in their sheaths.

Soon her walk brought her to the Gallow’s Inn. A low growl emitted from her stomach, prompting her to decide here was as good as any place to stop for some food and drink. Entering the establishment her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. Kaylia found a seat at a table closer to the door and ordered a glass of rum as well as a small slice of a meat pie.

When the barmaid brought her food and drink she gleefully took a long drink from her glass, promptly ordering a second as she knew the first would be gone very soon. Wrapping both hands around the cold glass she brought it close to her face resting the lip on her forehead. Then she heard him. That loud discernible voice was hard to miss. She jumped slightly, almost dropping the mug. The voice was so familiar yet foreign.

“I figured I was bound to run into him at some point. Seems even in this Nova he’s the same old Louie.”