noli timere messorem (defyuntildeath) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-03-22 03:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | alistair li, jayati guerra, ongoing |
You and me, we go way back
As a general rule, Jayati didn't frequent either of the places in town that prided themselves on their alcohol selection. For one because while she loved to eat, she also loved to cook, and favored her own food. Not that she was picky, you couldn't walk the road she had 'picked' (int he looseest terms possible) and still be finicky, but when she could have something that she liked exactly, then why not? But Jayati didn't always have the best self-control when it came to vices, alcohol included, and she had a bad habit of once she started - not stopping, like a barrelling bull, in fact, almost exactly like that. So she didn't drink often, and very rarely in public.
Drunk people were also, very often, idiots. Even more of a reason to give them a wide berth when she wasn't on duty. When she did go to either, it was usually The Long Way Down, it had the kind of food she enjoyed when she did eat other people's cooking, and her sort of dress code and music. No offense to Veritas, she just sort of...stuck out there. Plus, the Fae rubbed her the wrong way. No oen should be able to lie that well, and enjoy it so much, while not being able to lie at all. Yet. Here she was. In her old riding boots, leather jacket, Jimi Hendrix T-Shirt, and blue jeans. Technically off duty, but she wanted to ask Ali if she could cover for one of the other Bridge Guardians who were called away on some sort of family emergency tomorrow morning. And anyway, she was actually hungry, so why not stop by and talk to her in person? Normally, Jayati would take it, but she was working that night for five hours as well, and she needed to put some time in the station as well. If nothing else, for the appearance of it. That and she had paperwork. bleh. It was the little things that made her miss being a sellsword. She sat herself at the bar, leaning over to reach under the counter for a menu and flipping through it, mouth twitching into an expression of distaste at the overly long wine selection before peering around for Ali. |