damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
She snorted, moving to pour herself a stiff drink that wouldn't knock her out, but at least make her movements a little more fluid. Sobriety was important this night, and she had to keep the hangovers to a minimum if she was to see Miles the next day.
"I will take that as a no. Then are you looking to empty your pockets as quickly as possible?" The look shot over her glass was of amusement, and Damia kept cool eyes on Altair, as if waiting for the right reaction to cross his face. Strange place to meet the orator, truth be told, though she'd been met with bigger surprises.