Post by Coinneach M Quinlivan on Oct 28, 2018 22:28:37 GMT -5
last edited Oct 28, 2018 22:41:55 GMT -5 by Coinneach M Quinlivan
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Post by Kieran Gothfraidh on Nov 2, 2018 2:53:07 GMT -5
Dusk was beginning to settle in, and with it followed the tavern's quietest hours--when most patrons have depleted their sobriety and fumbled out the door singing memorable Toren tunes. Now, only an ample population remained, either clear-headed newcomers or the drunkest of the drunk, but Kieran knew such the small number wasn't going to last. She was just glad they had enough breathing time to prepare for the new onset of customers come seven o'clock. Soon, Kieran was going to have to light up the lamps and candles for the arrival of night.
But for now, there were drinks to be served.
It wasn't long before Kieran saw him, even before he actually entered the bar. She'd seen him enough times to recognize his frame and posture by the window, the silhouette moving in such a furtive way that it couldn't have been anyone else. Coinneach Quinlivan was a charming man, and most of the time he wasn't afraid to show it, but there were times when he would rather shoo away attention.
It seemed the latter trait was favored today as he slunk towards a far corner of the bar, avoiding people's eyes as he walked. But not Kieran's. No. Kieran's eyes trained on him for a longer while, wondering what he was here for and why he was acting like such. The easiest and least possible answer would be alcohol, but small hunch in the corner of her mind told her that maybe he was here to pickpocket--it had only been a few days since the first incident, after all, and both of them were yet to discuss about the matter. It felt only fair to be wary, but Kieran dared not to act on such suspicions lest thing got worse. As such, she entertained one more heavy possibility: Coinneach was here for information. Kieran had an inkling as to what information it was exactly, and if that were the case then she would surely find it quite impressive how fast he'd acted. No one had asked for said details yet, after all. He would be a first.
Not on the customer queue, though. Kieran took in three more orders before she eventually left her post on the counter to approach Coinneach, temporarily leaving Del in charge. "You could have just sat by the counter, you know. It's quite deserted." she pointed out with a faint grin, pulling out a chair facing Coin's. "So, what brings Coinneach Quinlivan to our humble establishment? Doesn't seem to be about drinks; you haven't ordered one yet." she asked with a tilt of the head.
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OOC: Sorry for the wait! Enjoy!
Coinneach M Quinlivan
But for now, there were drinks to be served.
It wasn't long before Kieran saw him, even before he actually entered the bar. She'd seen him enough times to recognize his frame and posture by the window, the silhouette moving in such a furtive way that it couldn't have been anyone else. Coinneach Quinlivan was a charming man, and most of the time he wasn't afraid to show it, but there were times when he would rather shoo away attention.
It seemed the latter trait was favored today as he slunk towards a far corner of the bar, avoiding people's eyes as he walked. But not Kieran's. No. Kieran's eyes trained on him for a longer while, wondering what he was here for and why he was acting like such. The easiest and least possible answer would be alcohol, but small hunch in the corner of her mind told her that maybe he was here to pickpocket--it had only been a few days since the first incident, after all, and both of them were yet to discuss about the matter. It felt only fair to be wary, but Kieran dared not to act on such suspicions lest thing got worse. As such, she entertained one more heavy possibility: Coinneach was here for information. Kieran had an inkling as to what information it was exactly, and if that were the case then she would surely find it quite impressive how fast he'd acted. No one had asked for said details yet, after all. He would be a first.
Not on the customer queue, though. Kieran took in three more orders before she eventually left her post on the counter to approach Coinneach, temporarily leaving Del in charge. "You could have just sat by the counter, you know. It's quite deserted." she pointed out with a faint grin, pulling out a chair facing Coin's. "So, what brings Coinneach Quinlivan to our humble establishment? Doesn't seem to be about drinks; you haven't ordered one yet." she asked with a tilt of the head.
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OOC: Sorry for the wait! Enjoy!
Coinneach M Quinlivan