⊰ Sugar ⊱:
► “…O n l y 500?” He chuckled, leaning back just a bit. Large fingers crept up to one of the shots, his thumbnail tapping the outside of the glass as he thought over her proposition. It certainly wasn’t a wager he expected to be brought to by a woman. Amused, though, he decided he’d play her little, childish games. “Double it, and you got yerself a deal.”
❝Well I guess you’re a real contender sugar, ah you pulled my arm I guess I can double it.❞
Taking the cash out from her loose pockets and smacks it down onto the bar top, before she started to fill the shot glasses full of whiskey. Her own favorite brand. Soon as all of them were filled she brought up the glass, and clinked it against his own,
❝Cheers, may the best man win.❞
""There's no need t' be alarmed, ma'am -- that's not a pistol in my pocket.""
❝—— I was gonna say it’s a rather small pistol Sugar.❞
⊰ Sugar ⊱:
► His face mirrored her’s — his lips turning upwards as amusement crossed over his face. Feet guiding him towards the bar, he placed his arms on the counter. His eyes met hers, a slight growl to his voice as he said;
“I’ll take a snake bite. Two, actually. One fer me, and one fer the pretty lil’ rabbit givin’ me the eye.”
❝Sugar, don’t get me wrong, but you’d know if I was givin you the ‘eye’. Comin right up.❞
Chuckling a little bit, before turning her back to the stranger and retrieving the two trays full of at least 20 empty shot glasses for the pair. Setting them down.
❝I would like to make a wager, I will bet you 500 big ones I can outdrink ya fella.❞
⊰ Sugar ⊱:
► Bar doors swung open, the large man barely heard the tiny little female flutter her voice about as he entered. The stench of booze was strong, and he could already taste it on his tongue by the time he spotted the brunette. Funny. Hannibal never expected a lady. “Sorry t’ break yer heart, lil’ darlin’. I only drink with the adults.”
Another challenger? Looking to get his ass handed to him by this “lil darlin”. It wasn’t his fault entirely, most did under-estimate her given the size she was, oh that and that she was a female. A smirk arose.
❝Oh? Well aren’t you the clever one, whelp Sugar hate to disappoint ya any further, but I do partly own this bar. So what can I getcha? Unless you’re lookin here to challenge me to my nightly drinkin game.❞
contxrtion entered Ƭнє Rανєη
Feeling a presence in the doorway to the Tavern in the mountains of Nepal was not something new to her, but it wasn’t who she’d been expecting to walk through that door, at least not yet. Cerulean optics shifted towards the doorway, while she was cleaning off the various bottles that were behind the bar.
❝Hey, welcome to The Raven, I’m afraid I’m not going to be —- taking bets till later. ❞