“Just a beer please,” She said, turning toward the bartender for just a moment, flashing him a brilliant smile before looking back at Rabastan.
“And I’m sure, starting bar fights, yelling for no reason and drinking yourself into oblivion, are all of the things that this Lavender girl admired most in you right?” Hestia said, reclining herself in her chair. She didn’t really know why she wanted to help him, because the way he acted said he deserved no courtesy, but they had spoken a few times, and he’d always be nice enough to her. “And I mean, I’m sure being massively self destructive will bring her back, or win her over if she returns.” Hestia shrugged, picking up her beer when the bartender placed it in front of her.