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exsiliumlogs2012-10-15 03:23 pm
bloodyantivan) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-10-15 03:23 pm
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so if by the time the bar closes and you feel like falling down, i'll carry you home tonight
Date & Time: 10/14, evening, some time after this exchange.
Location: A bar and beyond.
Characters: 'The honest assassin' (bloodyantivan) and 'one amazing woman who is as impossible to kill as she is beautiful' (ladyspitfire)
Summary: Elissa's drunk. Zevran wants to escort her home, because that's whatguys who planned to kill you but now are completely in your debt friends are for.
Warnings: PG-13 for Zevran. Will warn further if necessary.
[Zevran, surprisingly, has not gotten to know this place's bars too well. Less surprising is the ease with which he does find the establishment, and Elissa. She's rarely inconspicuous on her best days, even as a reportedly smart and sneaky rogue. Or maybe it's just that his eyes always search for that flame-vivid hair, and he cannot imagine ever ignoring her. Zevran is certain for a moment she'll spot him from the door, his grin is that bright and visible, but she still seems preoccupied with her cup.
So he sidles up, orders a brandy, and hops onto the barstool, bumping her hip as he speaks again to the bartender.]
A glass of water for the lady, please.
Location: A bar and beyond.
Characters: 'The honest assassin' (
bloodyantivan) and 'one amazing woman who is as impossible to kill as she is beautiful' (ladyspitfire)Summary: Elissa's drunk. Zevran wants to escort her home, because that's what
Warnings: PG-13 for Zevran. Will warn further if necessary.
[Zevran, surprisingly, has not gotten to know this place's bars too well. Less surprising is the ease with which he does find the establishment, and Elissa. She's rarely inconspicuous on her best days, even as a reportedly smart and sneaky rogue. Or maybe it's just that his eyes always search for that flame-vivid hair, and he cannot imagine ever ignoring her. Zevran is certain for a moment she'll spot him from the door, his grin is that bright and visible, but she still seems preoccupied with her cup.
So he sidles up, orders a brandy, and hops onto the barstool, bumping her hip as he speaks again to the bartender.]
A glass of water for the lady, please.