Tavern in the Void>>>An Intermediate Intergalactic Pit-stop

[TAOWolf]

The eyes flash, and a smiles crosses briefly across her face as she watches Larry exit through the door.

Setting aside for now the binder in front of her full of six sigma team project status information, she reaches towards the wall and grasps her familiar staff in hand. Taking another sip of her mead, she looks around and imitating Morg's earlier addressment, she gives him a wink and lightly taps her mug on the table.

The only way to keep reality in check and under control is to game... stress relief must be met, and Larry has taken the first step in this adventure.

Signaling the barkeep to bring her another mead, she whispers in his ear and points out the persons she wants him to take mead to, then kicks back in the chair. She glares momentarily at the binder again, then warily picks up a pen and begins to write while waiting...

[Skydracgrrl]

A cheeky grin flashed briefly underneath a large swath of hood, the slender body of the person all but hidden by the ridiculously large cloak. Invisible eyes scanning the tavern’s sign, the covered head bobbed up and down in satisfaction. A pale hand reached up to stash a dislodged chestnut lock back behind a slightly pointed ear.

“Yep, looks like this is the place. Ready to raise a ruckus?” A cheerful, vivacious voice emanated from the shrouded figure, directed at her taller, similarly cloaked companion.

“Do I have a choice?” A familiar male voice asked in dry sarcasm. However his compatriot had not bothered to wait for his reply, instead moving forward to swing the wooden door open with a bang. Raising his cloaked head towards the sky as if asking the greater beings for patience, he shook his head with a sigh and followed after his bumbling cohort.

“Barkeep, a table and two chairs that won’t break. I remember what happened the last time I came to a place like this,” the half-elf announced mischievously, sweeping her hood back with one motion to reveal her long braided locks and violet-azure eyes.

“And for Serpents’ sake, lock away your sugar,” the tall male warned, his head still covered and his blue-violet eyes flashing in slight panic from his shadowed face.

ooc- *grins* refer to a post I made a looong time ago.. Skye was still just as silly as ever ..... and unfortunately I can't find it right now but it was funny! I'll link it when I find it :x *mumbles something about falling through the ceiling and breaking chairs*

[ 12-04-2006, 11:12 PM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]