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[silentlipsofsin]

Who: Morrigan Aensland and you
Where: The streets of Espoir / For now a strange tavern.
Style: It shouldn't matter. I'll follow you.
Warnings: Might get a bit sexual, only suggested. Not actually implied. Possible chances of violence.

Morrigan had been working for quite a while. Serving proud,sarcastic men pitchers of beer tired the run away a lot.

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[piercedpainter]

Kio had just finished with a recital and was hoping to find somewhere that wouldn't be quite as stuffy as the hall had been. He still had his sax case with him when he had opened the door, it was rare to find a tavern anymore and it was still a little too early for most of the speakeasies to be open; at least the ones that were livelier.

As he walked in Kio pulled off the fedora he had been wearing though he looked a little disappointed to hear it was closing, "This early? I guess it's later than I thought."

[silentlipsofsin]

Morrigan smiled a bit. The coyness of the boy made her blush. "Well I can make an exception, but you'll have to pay extra." She waved a hand and moved aside letting him in.

Morrigan walked towards a table and pulled out a chair. "What will you be drinking?"

[piercedpainter]

"I'll be sure to leave a good tip then." Kio smiled at the blush before taking the seat that had been pulled out for him. Setting the case on the ground next to him and the hat on the table he paused a moment when she asked him about the drink.

"That depends on what you would recommend kitten."

I rock at tagging back!

[silentlipsofsin]

"Well this kitten recommends sarsaparilla." She slowly made her way back to the counter where she was first. Grabbing a glass, she grabbed the bottle that had the drink and bit off the cap. Quickly, she spit out the cap into the trash can and grinned, watching her hand pour the liquid from the bottle into the glass.

[lethal_smile]

"I'd appreciate it."

The smile on the man's face in combination with his flashy suit would suggest that he was some sort of troublemaker, a gangster or a hitman perhaps? Out to have a drink before his next job. Though it was impossible to tell from his appearance what sort of work he did, it was clear that he was an intelligent man, capable of deceit.

"Do you have any single malt whiskey?"

[silentlipsofsin]

Morrigan smirked a bit and moved aside. She walked towards the nearest table and placed a chair down. Dusting a bit, she turned to him and winked a bit.

"But the finest in town. Though your gonna pay extra for it since no one else is here but me." Making her way towards the counter, she grabbed a glass and proceeded to filling it.

[lethal_smile]

"I am, am I?"

He laughed a bit and sat down in the chair.

"But I don't mind paying extra, if it's worth it."

[silentlipsofsin]

She grabbed a bottle, one that was a rather gray color, and pressed her lips on the cap. With a bite, the cap went flying off. Morrigan tipped the bottle and let the liquids pour onto the glass. Foam arose and slowly made its way out of the glass as she walked over and brought it to the stranger.

"Never seen you round these parts. With the fancy get up I assume you must be a stranger."