Waving off his friend, Ruth sauntered over to the bar, picking up a few empty glasses as he went. As luck would have it the stool next to her would free up just as he’d reach it, sneaking into the spot and passing off the glasses as a good deed. He’d give Bertie a friendly wave and greeting the heads turned in acknowledgement. Meg herself was caught mid-sip and offered him a wave. It made him blink, side-eyeing over to Nairn briefly. No fucking way was this dalish as dorky as Nairn.
Quickly, the talk would turn into dalish, not quite catching her off as he’d expected. Ruth attempted to flatter her, but all Meg would do would snort and then laugh him off. She was obviously not buying what he was selling. Then suddenly she offered the rogue healer something, which Ruth took, despite his brow furrowing, confusion flickering through his stare.
He’d return to Nairn after leaving her with a final Ruth remark. Meg flushed scarlet, but her eyes rolled uninterested.
Snickering with the new drinks, he’d slip back in beside Nairn, “Oh she’s funny. Shame she has terrible taste in men.” Shaking his head, Ruth reached for his pint, “Completely, flatly denied me. Used a good line on her too, but she’d rather talk to the old todgers, you, folks she already knows.”
He might have stretched her words a bit, but hells, that’s what the new pints were for. Antivan Courage, or whatever it was. “Gave me something for you by the way.”
Quickly, the talk would turn into dalish, not quite catching her off as he’d expected. Ruth attempted to flatter her, but all Meg would do would snort and then laugh him off. She was obviously not buying what he was selling. Then suddenly she offered the rogue healer something, which Ruth took, despite his brow furrowing, confusion flickering through his stare.
He’d return to Nairn after leaving her with a final Ruth remark. Meg flushed scarlet, but her eyes rolled uninterested.
Snickering with the new drinks, he’d slip back in beside Nairn, “Oh she’s funny. Shame she has terrible taste in men.” Shaking his head, Ruth reached for his pint, “Completely, flatly denied me. Used a good line on her too, but she’d rather talk to the old todgers, you, folks she already knows.”
He might have stretched her words a bit, but hells, that’s what the new pints were for. Antivan Courage, or whatever it was. “Gave me something for you by the way.”
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