Sinderella
Voted Most Likely to Romance the NPCs
- Pronoun
- That/Bitch
"You had me in the first half, I'll give you that," she said. She took the brief reveal as an invitation to sit at in the empty stool right next to her. Her shift was over, so she might as well take the time to catch up.
While Bellatrix elaborated on her question, Odette caught sight of a pitcher of water on the other side of the bar, with a few glasses conveniently placed near it. At risk of looking like a total animal, she got up onto her knees and reached over, pulling a glass and the pitcher closer so she could pour herself a drink. She took a sip, effectively soothing the post-set tickle in her throat.
"Oh believe me," she said in a breath, "I have my own set of unpacked unprofessional thoughts I'd be happy to unload to a trustworthy listening ear."
She chugged down what was left in the cup before pouring herself some more. "Ah, yeah," she said, her tone having deflated some. "I don't know, after the drapion attack, I was having a hard time sleeping. Figured the change of scenery would help. It didn't, of course, but at least my commute is shorter. And I'm closer to all the action."
A shrug. "And it's gotten better. Can't complain, being that it's the furthest thing possible from hard labor, and performing is something I'm good at. Could do without the nasty heckling drunks, but that's simply a perk of working in a saloon. Keeps me on my toes."
She followed that up with a grimace. "Also, I apologize. I'm still getting used to everyone changing forms and sort of forgot you evolved. I guess that's a sign that it has been too long since we last spoke," she added sheepishly. "Anyway. Assuming I'm not one who drives you mad, I'd be happy to trade thoughts."
While Bellatrix elaborated on her question, Odette caught sight of a pitcher of water on the other side of the bar, with a few glasses conveniently placed near it. At risk of looking like a total animal, she got up onto her knees and reached over, pulling a glass and the pitcher closer so she could pour herself a drink. She took a sip, effectively soothing the post-set tickle in her throat.
"Oh believe me," she said in a breath, "I have my own set of unpacked unprofessional thoughts I'd be happy to unload to a trustworthy listening ear."
She chugged down what was left in the cup before pouring herself some more. "Ah, yeah," she said, her tone having deflated some. "I don't know, after the drapion attack, I was having a hard time sleeping. Figured the change of scenery would help. It didn't, of course, but at least my commute is shorter. And I'm closer to all the action."
A shrug. "And it's gotten better. Can't complain, being that it's the furthest thing possible from hard labor, and performing is something I'm good at. Could do without the nasty heckling drunks, but that's simply a perk of working in a saloon. Keeps me on my toes."
She followed that up with a grimace. "Also, I apologize. I'm still getting used to everyone changing forms and sort of forgot you evolved. I guess that's a sign that it has been too long since we last spoke," she added sheepishly. "Anyway. Assuming I'm not one who drives you mad, I'd be happy to trade thoughts."