01-07-2013, 05:02 AM
"That explains a few things--" Mischief said, his eyes and thoughts trailing behind Della and the free-flow of drink and his money.
"Whoa, whoa whoa!" he jumped up and pulled the glass away from Della "What are you doing? This isn't some nasty cheap brew that's been watered down there, girl! It's the real thing..." Mischief furrowed his brows and turned to the barman "No more for her, not on my purse at least."
She, of course, didn't look amused by his comment and he scowled back at her. He drew in close and lowered his voice as to save her a little embarrassment "Just sip at it slowly, alright? Dignified like... Folks around this district are a bit grander and picky about how things are done, right?" His words caught up with him and he looked darkly at the barman and anyone else looking on. Mischief continued softly "Not that they deserve anyone to behave differently... just do it on another man's purse."
He remembered Genna suddenly and looked incredulously at her "Wait... They're letting you stay in for a sore throat?"
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