Carolina blinks against the darkness, her senses overwhelmed.
Candles and mismatched sconces throw light against guests who smoke, drink and call words above the noise; bodhrán drums and timbre from stringed instruments she doesn't recognize. The air is charged. Thick with tobacco. Gerry starts for the bar with a cigarette between his teeth.
She, in awe of the place, takes a little longer to get there.
"Do those men have goat legs?"
And horns? (The beards are negligibly interesting.)
And as if in direct response to her (and keeping beat with the rest of his crew) a satyr beats his hoof wildly against the stage.
She takes her seat beside Gerry. Drinks are ordered. 'Whatever's strongest'.
"Thanks. Last year, I think I spent the day waist-deep in mud. We were scouting a trade outpost on what we sometimes call a wet planet. Arms dealers like them because nobody wants to be there for more than ten minutes." The bartender slides a glass of heavy-bodied whisky into her hands.
"My group and I were there for—" a scoff. "—Eighteen hours."
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Date: 2025-05-17 11:25 pm (UTC)Carolina blinks against the darkness, her senses overwhelmed.
Candles and mismatched sconces throw light against guests who smoke, drink and call words above the noise; bodhrán drums and timbre from stringed instruments she doesn't recognize. The air is charged. Thick with tobacco. Gerry starts for the bar with a cigarette between his teeth.
She, in awe of the place, takes a little longer to get there.
"Do those men have goat legs?"
And horns? (The beards are negligibly interesting.)
And as if in direct response to her (and keeping beat with the rest of his crew) a satyr beats his hoof wildly against the stage.
She takes her seat beside Gerry. Drinks are ordered. 'Whatever's strongest'.
"Thanks. Last year, I think I spent the day waist-deep in mud. We were scouting a trade outpost on what we sometimes call a wet planet. Arms dealers like them because nobody wants to be there for more than ten minutes." The bartender slides a glass of heavy-bodied whisky into her hands.
"My group and I were there for—" a scoff. "—Eighteen hours."