Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
Nodding in recognition, Maeve moved through the crowing crowd easily and joined Delaney at the table, sitting across from her with another nod of hello. "Thank you," she said simply, well aware she looked nice as she always aimed to. At least whenever she was out of the workshop. "I do make it a point to get out of smocks and the smell of sulphur when I can. Occasionally."
The waitress returned with a brightly coloured drink that Maeve couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at. "What are we drinking," she asked, looking at it suspiciously before she took a sip, her surprise evident when realised it was actually rather good and didn't taste predominantly of liquor.