It was curious. Frankie knew how to enjoy himself, but the recollection of past events was smeared, details mottled by shadows and incomplete faces. Unending familiarity with things, people, places flooded his mind regularly, yet no clarity came. Inebriated, it was easy to enjoy oneself. In a stupor he could quite literally forget every pain, though the emptiness that permeated his being urged him to remain somewhat sharp. Performing would keep his imbuing of the ale at a steadier pace than his Warden companion. Hopeful enough to dissuade the man from brandishing any sharp pointy things that could end up in far squishier places.
[color=#c14700]“Quite,”[/color] Frank would agree, chuckling dryly as he leaned against the bar. His mood had dipped, but he kept the front of a contented man firmly in place. [color=#c14700]“I don’t think the locals would much like it either… it is Kirkwall after all.”[/color] Its reputation for an active back alley throat cutting scene was a pleasure he’d rather avoid. [color=#c14700]“I’d instead… encourage you to put your focus on the little redheaded thing that’s been eyeing you,”[/color] he’d snickering into his mug. Brows wiggling off in the lasses direction. He may as well help the lad get his wick wet.
[color=#c14700]“Quite,”[/color] Frank would agree, chuckling dryly as he leaned against the bar. His mood had dipped, but he kept the front of a contented man firmly in place. [color=#c14700]“I don’t think the locals would much like it either… it is Kirkwall after all.”[/color] Its reputation for an active back alley throat cutting scene was a pleasure he’d rather avoid. [color=#c14700]“I’d instead… encourage you to put your focus on the little redheaded thing that’s been eyeing you,”[/color] he’d snickering into his mug. Brows wiggling off in the lasses direction. He may as well help the lad get his wick wet.
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