Re: At the bar
Lighthouse, indeed. He was a broken sailor dragging himself to her glittering rocks.. or did that make her a siren? Her smile bordered on mischievous amusement, and her laugh was a secret buried behind the lip of her glass; such things compelled a great deal more than any lighthouse's savioress. His only response to her first note was a briefly picketed brow; orly?
The addendum, however, was scripted for his own heart. Lukas' smile flared, significant in it's tidal sincerity. A bare fingertip underlined the words open bar as if to say me too, me too. And to cement their kinship, a mutual love of free drinks, he clinked his glass against her's in a secondary cheers before swallowing up mexican brew and persian lime.