[Like some sort of liquor-seeking missile, Saxsice had found her way to the speakeasy, vastly relieved that the vibe was much more her speed -- at least compared to the masquerade from last month. God, it had been a month already. A month of sleeping wherever she dropped, wandering the beach up and down like some sort of rescue ship was going to come.
It wasn't. Of course it wasn't.
Hence her seeking distraction in a glass of something clear and sharp-tasting that made her lips numb. A good third into it, Saxsice is embracing the feeling, and the smile she gives to the stranger dropping into the seat beside her is slow and bemused.]
Turtle eggs? S'that some kinda slang I haven't heard of or are you really into exotic food?
speakeasy
It wasn't. Of course it wasn't.
Hence her seeking distraction in a glass of something clear and sharp-tasting that made her lips numb. A good third into it, Saxsice is embracing the feeling, and the smile she gives to the stranger dropping into the seat beside her is slow and bemused.]
Turtle eggs? S'that some kinda slang I haven't heard of or are you really into exotic food?