Re: The Fortune Teller/ The Soldier
The coins clinked in her pocket as L. ambled down the hall, the tender was a welcome weight within her skirt. The narrow hall of the train was the cause of her tight jaw, the walls loomed far more imposing than a cage, shadows cast from the flickering lights looked like spectral shades from the underworld, stretching over the wall paper endlessly, consuming wherever the glow did not touch.
Her recent session had left her weary and in need of refreshment, so with her newly gifted restitution she intended to further reap her rewards. The burn of liquid fire would soothe the soul, bringing along a warmth that could flood the veins and dizzy the mind.
At least, she would, if the passage way was not blocked by what appeared to be a soldier. L's chin tilted up ever so slightly, the potent aroma of spirits wafted from his form, even in this dull atmosphere the red of his eyes glistened; they were telling tales that words could not, his irises swam within the drinks he had partaken. Surprisingly, his stance was still wide, holding him steady despite the sway of the train, and she wondered if his mind was fighting the waves of inebriation as well. Double impressive. Her skirt rustled, moving closer until she was but feet from the stranger.
"Shouldn't you be inside the bar?" Her voice was melodic, patient, despite her eagerness to enter the room he so fully blocked. "Or do you need to be escorted back to your room?" Kohl rimmed eyes shined, twin pairs of peridot regarding him inquisitively, catching the dim light and flickering it back toward the stranger.