Re: Log: Loki (Nish) and Aedan + Bartender
For some bizarre reason, the sublime not-caring was turning into disapproval. He did not like the idea of a shapeshifting Loki propositioning strange scholars at wine shops. The thunder in his brows was coming back, and now it was his turn to experience the not-caring as the other two obviously didn't care about his opinion anymore than he had cared about theirs. A very, very tiny voice in the far back of his head was reminding him that his daughter was long dead. He pretended not to hear it.
"I am not a gentleman," he said, looking into Nishka's face and meeting her eyes. He looked again through them as if trying to find something familiar, but whatever he was looking for, he didn't see it there.
He turned then, and took his marked pad from the bar, translating from a geometrical drawing that now only existed on clay jars excavated from Mediterranean islands. He gave Aedan a number, rounded up to the nearest dollar. Kratos glowered as Nishka dismounted her stool, looking as if he wanted to nail her to the floor, but he didn't say anything. Instead he took her empty glass and dropped it into the washbin from too great a distance. It cracked audibly.