Lavinia sighed again, and relaxed, her head sitting on Kane's shoulder, the fur rubbing against his neck. She closed her eyes, enjoying being within Kane's embrace, as the noise and panic of the bar faded from her mind.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Continuing to gently stroke the back of Lavinia's neck, Kane breathed deeply. The bar itself was no longer there, as in his mind, he was in a calm and enjoyable place free of distraction and chaos. The world around him was no more. All that was left was him and Lavinia, embracing in silence.
Lavinia continued to hug Kane for nearly a minute, before the sound of a glass shattering somewhere in the back of the bar jolted her back into reality. Her head snapping off Kane's shoulder to look at the source of the disturbance, Lavinia continued to hold onto Kane subconsciously. When she couldn't find the source, she looked up at Kane, who stood a little taller than her, and gave him a small smile, a small blush on her cheeks.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Lavinia grinned, still holding onto Kane a little. "W-well...Alison...Alison flew me out here, soooo..." she said, slurring her speech a little, before hugging Kane again.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Taggart just landed on this place and did'nt hesitate to search for the bar. "Any place has a bar." he talked to himself. He entered the bar and took a quick glance at the room, the counter, the tables, the people.
His first impression was that it looked like a better Freeport. He took a seat at a empty table from where he could overview the hole place. "Never turn your back on a door." he talked to himself again.
A waiter noticed him and came over.
"Gimme some of your hard stuff..."
He nodded and went on. Taggart leaned back and watched the people.
